Bank Holiday Bullets

This is not a post about the escalation of hostilities between the boys and their graduation to the use of weapons. One of my favourite bloggers, Henry Abbot of True Hoop, posts daily bullets bringing together news stories from around the NBA in a series of little snippets and one liners which nicely summarise what is going on in the world of NBA basketball. Tonight I am paying homage to [plagiarising] him by using that device. My reasons are different though. I'm tired after a fun filled bank holiday weekend and I'm not a good enough writer to weave any of these small ideas into a longer post.

• Approximately 84% of the time [and remember, 62% of stats are made up on the spot] the first question you will be asked after you reveal that you are the parent of identical twins is "how do you tell them apart?". There are loads of small ways of keeping track, dress them slightly differently, a freckle here, a facial expression there. It's by no means easy though and I enjoy people's confusion. We were on our way to Hannah's aunt's annual barbeque on Sunday and Hannah's sister, The Wag, drove with her boyfriend to our house so that we could drive in convoy. The boys were already in the car and The Wag stuck her head in the door to say hello. She greeted Monkey Boy and started chattering away. Her boyfriend [who only sees them occasionally] then suggested that maybe she was talking to Fat Chops only to be firmly told, with no small measure of indignation, "I know how to tell them apart!!". For those keeping score at home, pride still comes before a fall and she had gotten it wrong. Full credit to her for checking through the entire list of distinguishing features before begrudgingly admitting her mistake.
• Breakfast this morning was was fun too. I will normally give the boys Cheerio's to nibble on to allow me some peace and quiet to prepare their breakfast. I put them into two cups and set them down on the floor as usual. Monkey Boy tucked in straight away but Fat Chops continued playing in the dining room. MB managed to empty the first cup before FC came looking for his cup. Monkey Boy handed him an empty cup with a shrug that suggested that Daddy was completely incompetent and had only filled one cup before he turned his back and started munching his way through the second cup. Sharing lessons start next week.
• We visited my mother today. My brother also arrived in with his two children and timed his visit during the boys happy hour. The boys are in a phase of mimicking everthing that they see these days and when they saw me wrestling with my nephew they were keen to get a piece of the action. That led to my nephew lying prone on the floor so that the boys could jump on him and tickle him, entertaining the adults for a good twenty minutes. My nephew will be referred to as Vic in this blog from now on for his enthusiasm in playing the role of Victim. My favourite part was when Monkey Boy was sitting on his cousins belly bouncing up and down and laughing at his muffled pleas for someone to remove Fat Chops who was now lying across his head. It's only a shame that they instantly stop what they are doing as soon as someone produces a camera or else this post would include a link to YouTube.

That's all from me for now,I hope to post something on Thursday before I go to my brothers stag party for the weekend. As ever, all comments are welcome.