I thought I had this mom thing down up until about two years ago - around the birth of Gun-Gun. My older two chillins' were thoughtful and kind and most importantly, we could go out and act like a normal family without fear of being asked to leave public places. And then along came Gun-Gun... He refuses to hold hands in public, likes to throw food, and is fond of pinching unsuspecting waitresses. He's the reason we never see a complete movie and the cause of concerned looks due to pubic displays of random screaming - actually shrieking, would be a better word.

My mother-in-law swears that we are once again raising Hubby in the form of his youngest child but at the same time reminds me that Hubby didn't turn out all that bad. Afterall, I did marry the punk.

This morning, I had the opportunity to spend some quality time with my pair of heathens and enjoy the Karma brought about between the two of them.

Twins?