Baseball Pants, Weapons of Choice

I used construction language this week. I had to; the twins tried to kill me. Only my zest for life and my desire not to be killed by my second batch of kids allows me to be able to write today.

Oh, it was a really great attempt on the twins part. Their weapon of choice……baseball pants.

The twins decided they would not get dressed in their baseball uniform for one of their games at home. They decided to get dressed in town just before going to the game. I was against this plan from the start. (And, I told them so.) Little did I know, what they were plotting.

Girl Twin went first. She appeared to be getting dressed when she asked me, “Can I get some new baseball pants?”

Me: Your baseball pants aren’t even two weeks old, why would you need new pants? Girl Twin: They don’t fit! Me: You tried them on in the store, how could they not fit? Girl Twin: Beats me! I can’t get them buttoned!

I could see she did not have her pants buttoned.

Me: (Construction language!) how can this happen? Those (construction language) pants were $25. How can this happen? Girl Twin: I don’t know. I think I might have ate a doughnut. Me: Oh my God! I can’t take this! Ivy: Monner, I don’t know what happened but I can’t get her pants buttoned for her, the pants are too small.

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