...in one of their rare displays of getting along. Not really. There was a lot of times they did get along and shared things with each other but usually they were acting just like normal siblings.
I wanted to accomplish two things during their visit. I wanted to be able to tell them apart easily without looking for Charlie's birthmark and I wanted them to call me Grandma. I succeeded in both of my endeavours. The first time they called me Grandma I choked up. The sweetest words in the world to me. It touched my heart. AND I can now tell them apart and now they look like totally different kids. Altho I occasionally did mix them up, but then again, I blame it on having "baby brain" for the past six weeks.
Slowly getting back to normal...
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