At dinner tonight, surrounded on one side by mom with Logan and on the other side by Eric with Emma, I hunched over my chicken soup, inhaling it as quickly as I could.
"I feel like I'm surrounded by vultures!" I grumped into my unphotographed soup.
My mother and husband cackled. The babies remained grumpy, their restlessness entirely due to their hunger.
"If I don't eat, you don't eat!" I snarled at them between bites.
These babies have no patience whatsoever. Phooey.