"Yeah, that's right!" Jac pouted, putting her glass in the sink quickly and turning away with a stubborn frown.
"I didn't say you wouldn't have to go, I just said you wouldn't have to wear the dresses again until Easter."
Ugh. Easter always seemed to be the prime time for Mother's fussing over her children's clothing. Jac followed her sister up the stairs three at a time, running into the room and jumping from Jen's bed, to her bed, to the carpet again to get to the other dresser. "Well my dress is buried underneath our soccer stuff so there's nooo way." Jac smirked, yanking the drawer open. Seeing what Jen was wearing, Jac pulled on her matching gray shorts, a white T-shirt, and a dark blue sweatshirt jacket that said Quiksilver on the back. She then proceeded to lace up her Nikes that were blue where Jen's were red, then slip on a black wrist band identical to the one her sister had too.
"I smell pancakes." Father's voice came from the hall as he came to the stairs, already dressed in slacks and a white button down shirt for church. One cup of cereal, no matter how tasty, wasn't going to satisfy the twins, so Jac shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. "Maybe we can convince Dad to let us go downtown or something."
Jac went down a few steps before leaping the last five, landing on all fours with a thud. "Jen!" Mother scolded, peering around the corner, then recognizing the shoes. "Jac. Don't do that." Jac grinned innocently, going into the kitchen and sitting noisily at the table. "Hi Dad...."
"Hello kids...." the man responded suspiciously, seeing that glint in their eyes. Jac smiled wide, letting Jen do the talking this time about what they wanted and why. Most likely, Dad would give in, because he really just loved the twins. They were such a cute package, mischevious yet well behaved, and just as fun as a couple of crazy little boys, which was what Dad had always dreamed of having.
(@madness: that's okay you weren't interacting with anyone yet so it's all good)