And dee said, “Let there be light.”

Grabbing a quick sec at the computer to share the Lighting of the Great Lightbulb that just occurred in the car (on the way back from fetching a $40 box of diapers…$40?!?…for one child’s precious bum…crikey).

E waited in the car while I ran in just as the store was closing. I chuckled to myself at his offer that he stay in the car, knowing how the twins loathe stationary vehicles. Must.keep.vehicle.moving.at.all.times or bear the wrath of one or more screamers. While Alani has diligently earned her role as The Screamer, Ethan is equally guilty when it comes to losing his shit at redlights and extended waits in the drive-thru bank teller line.

Yeh, you wait in the car, buddy.

True to form, E rolled up to the front door with his forehead buried in the steering wheel and two B-movie screamers carrying on in the seats behind him. I plunked the elephant crate box of diapers in the trunk and worked out my giggles before entering the car.

Wheels rolling, the screaming was instantly replaced by slumped heads and silence. Then, E perfectly described his and my opposing personalities,

Ahhhhh, I cannot handle Alani’s crying. It’s not even crying. It’s screaming. And, she goes from, ‘Oh look at me and my cute dimples as I smile!’ to ‘Ohmygod, I’m screaming my head off like I’m strapped in a bed of fire ants!’ Instant change. Smiling to screaming!

Ethan, on the other hand, he builds. He’ll make some barely audible noises to let you know, ‘Umm, I’m not so happy,’ then progresses to a slightly higher level of fussiness again and again until he breaks out in a full cry if he ever even gets to full out crying. That, I can handle.

I sat there listening to him, trying to keep a straight face and wondering if he realized what he was saying. I couldn’t resist.

Soooo, who is who here, would you say?

Without missing a beat, E replied,

Alani is me and Ethan is you. She and I are so not going to get along.

The mirror can be quite powerful sometimes.