Over the holiday, Auntie Anne (pretzel maven) flew to Sacramento to spend some time with the family. To me, this meant that the extra room Lisa and I usually sleep in was occupied, so we were thrown into the living room on top of an Aerobed that we had to inflate and deflate every single day. For the kids, this meant that they had someone to play with. And by play, I actually mean beat.
There's something terrifying when you see what twins can do when they work together. Now think how much more horrific twins can be when they are instructed to do horrible things by their demented father.
Take a look at Emma and Andrew tenderly destroying Auntie Anne (pretzel maven)!