When I was 19 months old my parents brought home a set of baby sisters for me.
I took very good care of them.
I taught them to play the piano…
…and how to count to three…
…and how to build a snowman…
plus lots more useful stuff.
My parents couldn’t always give me everything I asked for,
but they did give me all the little sisters (and brothers) I wanted.
Now my sisters are grown-up mamas.
I take full credit for how well they turned out.
Today they turn 29!
Or something like that.
Happy Birthday, Twins!