"Purple? Really?" He stares at it. The thing. It is just so wrong. He drops it quickly, before it can infect him with its wrongness. It drops on the carpet with only a soft whump, so quiet like it's innocent, and it's not.
"Yes." His brother replies, unfazed, as he throws his feet out to plop down heavily on the couch, then he strains forward for the remote on the coffee table. As far as he's concerned, his mission is accomplished, so now it's time to reward himself.
"But...but...purple? You had to get this one?" He's still too scandalized to whine. Yet.
"You should be grateful I remembered to get you something at all." His brother's voice is strained as he precariously manages to grab the remote without toppling off the couch, and it is then he notices that his brother's, of course, is red, and his temper gets the better of him.
"But I hate grape popsicles!" Cody explodes, kicking his little heels against the couch frame and pounding the cushion on either side of him with tiny fists, pitching a four-year-old tantrum the way he's known for when it comes to his twin picking on him.