"Daddy!" yelled a six-year-old Jersey. She was pretty and had long brown pigtails. "I'm so glad you're home!"
"Hey princess! Where's your mother?" asked Cole.
"In the living room with Jordan." Jersey ran into the house, giggling.
"Ok." He walked into the room. Jersey and Jordan began playing a game of tag. They ran giggling around the house.
"Christina! Tim! Come get your brother and sister out of the house!" yelled Phoebe.
"Ok," said a now sixteen year old Christina.
"Sure," said Tim, who was ten. He still acted mature for his age. He was often mistaken for a teenager.
"Let's go to Melinda's house! We wanna play with Melinda!" yelled Jersey. She was often the speaker for the twins. They were always finishing each other's sentences and sometimes didn't even bother to speak because they knew what the other was thinking.
"Play with Melinda's siblings too." Phoebe put in. This was a very common conversation. They never wanted to play with Melinda's siblings, they only wanted to play with the sixteen-year-old Melinda, who grew tired of them often. Her brothers and sisters were closer to the twins' ages, but that didn't really matter to them.
"Don't like them," mumbled Jordan.
"Play with all of them." Cole put in the final word.
"We'll be back by seven, Dad." Christina told them. She took each twin by their hands and walked to her aunt Piper and uncle Leo's house.
"See you later!" Phoebe yelled out after them. About five minutes later, she picked up a toy of one of the twins. She shuddered violently, and Cole turned to see what was going on.
"Hey princess! Where's your mother?" asked Cole.
"In the living room with Jordan." Jersey ran into the house, giggling.
"Ok." He walked into the room. Jersey and Jordan began playing a game of tag. They ran giggling around the house.
"Christina! Tim! Come get your brother and sister out of the house!" yelled Phoebe.
"Ok," said a now sixteen year old Christina.
"Sure," said Tim, who was ten. He still acted mature for his age. He was often mistaken for a teenager.
"Let's go to Melinda's house! We wanna play with Melinda!" yelled Jersey. She was often the speaker for the twins. They were always finishing each other's sentences and sometimes didn't even bother to speak because they knew what the other was thinking.
"Play with Melinda's siblings too." Phoebe put in. This was a very common conversation. They never wanted to play with Melinda's siblings, they only wanted to play with the sixteen-year-old Melinda, who grew tired of them often. Her brothers and sisters were closer to the twins' ages, but that didn't really matter to them.
"Don't like them," mumbled Jordan.
"Play with all of them." Cole put in the final word.
"We'll be back by seven, Dad." Christina told them. She took each twin by their hands and walked to her aunt Piper and uncle Leo's house.
"See you later!" Phoebe yelled out after them. About five minutes later, she picked up a toy of one of the twins. She shuddered violently, and Cole turned to see what was going on.