I woke up as my two kids, age thirteen twins walked out of their rooms and were fighting over the Reecus cerial.
I sighed, and walked downstairs, my wife, Zoe dealing with the situation.
"Lacey, Emma," she said, "It's just cerial."
Emma hissed, "FUCK YOU MOM THE CERIAL IS MINE!" She said
I walked in, "Emma..." I started, "You are so my child,"
Zoe rolled her eyes, "Brendon, discipline. Plus, if we don't they might end up with people like Tyler and Josh."
I nodded, "True..."
Lacey looked at us, "about that... I might have a date with Josh on Sunday..." She mumbled.
Zoe looked to her, "What?..."
Emma nodded, "And we're going on a double date today,"
I looked to them, "With who?..." I asked
They shrugged, "Tyler and Josh," they said in sync.
Zoe face palmed, "Brendon we should have disciplined them sooner..." She said
I nodded, "Okay, uh, kids.... We don't like them."
They both gasped, "But- they're so beautiful!"
I shook my head, "They eat too much Taco Bell."
Zoe nodded, "Especially Josh."
I sighed then heard music outside, "Fuck..." I said
Emma smiled, "ITS THEM! SAVE US TYJO AND JISHWA!" She said and her and Lacey ran out.
Zoe looked to me, "I blame you," she said playfully.
"Well, I blame you for saying Josh was a good kid...." I replied
She half smirked, "You said Tyler was a good kid..."
I nodded, "But he doesn't ever cuss," he said
She shrugged, "Neither does Josh really now that I think about it.."
