"Daddy!" Izzy peeked over his laptop to see two identical redheads staring at him.

"Come on, Daddy!" Amane whined.

"Mom says it's time to go!" Ren joined in.

"Okay, okay," he said as he shut his laptop, "I'm coming."

"Yay!" both girls cheered and latched on to Izzy's legs when he got up.

"I thought you said you wanted me to come. I can't even walk." He put on a big, dramatic show about how they were too heavy for him to move. The twins giggled and got off, then ran to the car.

"They are so excited about this," Mimi stated as Izzy walked into the kitchen.

"So I noticed," Izzy smiled, "We'd better go, before they explode." Mimi followed her husband to the car and helped him secure the twins in their car seats.

Izzy put on his seatbelt and glanced in the rearview mirror. His wife had dressed the girls in casual teal skirts and white shirts with alternating blue, green, and red stripes. Their shoes were teal with white soles, and they were sporting matching teal headbands. Ren was twisted in her car seat talking to Amane in the girls' secret language. Though it sounded like gibberish to Izzy, Amane was listening seriously to her sister, nodding every once in a while.

Izzy chuckled and backed out of the driveway.

The twins, thrilled about their afternoon adventure, were very energetic, which they made clear in the car ride, pointing out memorable places (Toys 'R' Us and McDonalds) and telling the pedestrians where they were headed (even though the windows were closed) at the top of their lungs. Izzy was relieved to get out of the car and give his eardrums a rest.

"I can get there first, Ren!" Amane bragged.

Without the car seats to bind them, the girls burned off a little energy by racing each other to the front gates. By the time Izzy and Mimi caught up, Amane and Ren were panting for breath and slightly more calmed down.

After getting putters for his family, Izzy started to wonder whether taking the girls to the miniature golf course was a good idea. The twins' golf clubs were taller than they were, but the girls looked enthusiastic, so he decided not to say anything.

At the first hole, Izzy slowly demonstrated how to putt the ball into the hole for the toddlers. Ren grasped the idea rather quickly (though it took at least twenty tries and some help from her mother to get it into the hole). Mimi guided her patiently while Izzy got behind Amane and helped her swing her club to gently tap the ball.

"You got that?" he asked.

Amane beamed up at him and nodded. Her ball rolling after she hit it was most fascinating.

"Okay, then I want you to try it by yourself."

Amane shook her head violently so that her hair whipped across her face. The big club was scary for the almost-two-year-old to handle all by herself, so Izzy steered her through the movements again. And again, and again, until the ball was in the cup.

After going through three holes in this fashion, Mimi made a new rule. "You only have ten tries to get it into the hole," she proclaimed, "If it's not in by then, we move on!" Amane and Ren agreed because they didn't really grasp the idea of the game anyway, and things went considerably faster after that.

At the fifth hole, Izzy told Amane that he had helped her enough, and that she had to do the next one herself. She reluctantly agreed.

"Now remember," he coached as he sat down on a bench, "Easy does it."

Before Izzy could stop her, Amane swung her club well over her head and let it fly. The little purple ball whizzed into the air, hit the fence, and ricocheted back toward Mimi. She screamed and held up her putter in defense. The ball hit the club's pole and bounced onto the green, bounced back and forth on the walls three times before gently rolling into the cup.

Mimi stared. "Whoa," she breathed, "What are the odds of that?"

"1 in 1,759,354," Izzy said. Mimi turned to find her husband with a pad of paper with furious scribbles on it, calculator in hand. "That's my girl! A regular Tiger Woods!"

"Still," said Mimi, "Maybe the clubs are a bad idea."

"What? Then how are they going to play?" Izzy objected, but his daughter already had a solution.

"Wook, Amanie!" Ren called excitedly to her sister as she lay belly-down on the grass, eye-level with her ball, and rolled it by pushing with her hands. Amane squealed and retrieved her ball from the hole to try.

Four holes later, Mimi could tell her girls were getting burned out. Just a feeling. Mother's intuition. Although the fact that it was early evening, and they were starting to lag and whine might've given her a clue.

"Hey, I have an idea," she announced, "Let's get something to eat!" The kids cheered and everyone got packed up into the car.

An hour and a half later, Izzy enjoyed a much quieter car ride home. The exhaustion from the excitement of doing something new, the presence of warm, full stomachs, and the vibration of the car had lulled the twins to sleep.

Izzy and Mimi carried their children and put them in their cribs.

"That was easier than usual," Izzy stated as he watched the girls suck their thumbs.

"Well, they're not even two yet. It doesn't take much to tire them out."

"They hardly did anything! They didn't run much, and they had a long nap this afternoon."

"They got grass stains on their new designer blouses," Mimi retorted.

"We only played nine holes!"

"Are you complaining? They're asleep and it's not even eight!"

"Yeah, but this means that they'll be up at five tomorrow morning."

Mimi was silent for a minute. "Well," she said, "Then it's a good thing that tomorrow's your day to get them ready for day care," she smiled, "Better rest up." She pecked him on the cheek and strolled out of the room, leaving Izzy to look down unhappily at his two redheaded alarm clocks.