O: Mumma! I am running away from Georgia because she is trying to kiss me – and I *don’t’* like kisses [long pause, while I look at him with a raised eyebrow] – Except from you. I love your kisses.
Me: Whew! You had me worried.. [I get on my knees and pull him in for smooches]
O: I hate Georgia.
Me: No you don’t! She may make you crazy sometimes, and you might not like what she does but you always love her – she is your sister. And you, my lovey, are lucky. You have a special sister – a twin. You two were in my belly together.
You were elbowing each other, trying to get more space “Hey! Get your foot off my back”, you were cuddling each other, you played tic-tac-toe…
O: Mumma…
Me: Totally.
O: Did we go all the way up and pop out your mouth? [making the movement with his hands up my belly and my neck]
Me: Nope. The doctors made a cut right here, and *pop* out you guys came.
O: How did they get us out of your pants?
Me: I wasn’t wearing any.
O: [blink-blink] How did the get us out of your underwear?
Me: I wasn’t wearing any of those either. I was naked.
O: In front of the doctors?! [laughing] Oh Mumma… [wanders off laughing – probably to tell Georgia]