The "Terrible" Teens! A Tag Team

Would you go to bed! Will you get in your bed!
I saw Grandma Ruth, at my age dealing with teens and chasing those uncles of mine, up the stairs with a broom. I saw my mother 2 decades my junior in my teen years, counting with her sleepy drone. "I said, I am counting to three."
I have tried both of those and they just keep me laughing. They watched Buzz and Woody play sleeping in that movie Toystory and they have it down to a science. They call out the word "resume" and at a creek of my movement from my bed they fall down and play dead and the positions are completely outlandish. I didn't know that a body could lay down with legs, nearly at their head. They look like ragdolls.
Last night, I had a burst of energy at the bedtime and was able to get out of my bed to chase them with Grandma Ruth's imaginary broom. Give me a broom I looked and couldn't find it to chase them with it. I wanted to.
I laughed at the fact that things are always the same and these teens, who challenge me to push past my comfort zone of energy and thought, will soon be grown and no longer in my broom beating influence.
They are really adorable and I call them twins and they are. One thinks and challenges my thinking and the other does and moves like the wind. Thing one and thing two, as they were from their littlest days, I would write about a teenage couple of thing one and thing two. Maybe I shouldn't have read the Cat in the Hat to them so young. They are always thinking and always talking and always flying my dress as a kite in the house. (in a way)
I really love this season with those two and I love their relationship with eachother. Dear brother and sister to eachother and aware of their closest emotions and yet not identical. "Resume"