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A teething, drooling Buddy took all of the toys out of the laundry basket. This is the game he and Dad play. Dad puts 'em away, Buddy takes 'em out so Dad can do it again.
Buggy uses her pacifier as a teether. Dr. Pedia says it has to go Buggy, but can Dad let it go?
Buddy is still not ready to pull himself up to standing, but here he makes it onto his knees.
The bully Buggy can pull herself up. She tends to knock him down and walk all over him to get at what she wants. He cries for Dad to come help.
Take that you bully! Now down herself, she cries out. It becomes a noisy time with screams of delight, anguish, and just because they've been up for over two hours. Dad tunes the cacophony out to attend to some work.
Dad turned his attention away from them for a few minutes to get through the 254 e-mails he received since he last logged in. While working, he had not noticed that the room had gone silent. When he finally looked down he realized the Twins were somehow able to get into the basket together without him noticing. This is interesting because it required coordination between them (no matter how unintended) to roll the basket up from its side (see first photo). And that they did without crying, whining, or otherwise fighting.
A marvel. Playing quietly having worked their way into the basket without Dad noticing. Uh-oh, Dad now recalls the stories he has heard about twins plotting and coordinating together. All of those stories had the same theme, the two were able to accomplish great feats of evil by working together silently.
Dad gets a shiver up his spine at the thought and turns them out to find another activity to do.
Conspiracy is not allowed.
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