"Wake up simple-toon!" Myles's twin brother, Beckett, shook him awake.
"Don't call me simple-toon, or I'll make Professor Primate eat you!" Myles stuck out his tongue. He flicked it about, trying to touch it to his nose.
"My tongue is longer than yours is!" Beckett exclaimed, happy to have upstaged his brother.
*later*
"Mommy lookit! I drawled Artemis!" cried Myles, waving a piece of paper in the air. Angeline bent down to retrieve the paper from his grubby paw. Spreading out the paper, she noticed a stick figure with hair sticking in all directions. Underneath the drawing was a scribbled description: ATRMIS. Angeline smiled.
"Very good, Myles. Do you want me to hang it up in your room?" Myles was becoming quite the artistic one. His room was a mess of papers fluttering from the walls and crayons underfoot.
CRASH! A pile of plastic boxes came tumbling down. Beckett was not one to be ignored. "I'm hungry! I wanna sammich!"
"Alright, Beckett, I'll make you a sandwich." Angeline sighed. Since when had it been a good idea to end Artemis's status as an only child?