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“I just want abite.”

“And I just don’t want your slobber all over myspoon.”

“I don’tslobber.”

“Yeah. Youdo.”

“No. Idon’t.”

“That’s not what Kelsey DeMarco said,” he sing-songs.

“Shutup,Aidan!”

“Dad says we’re not allowed to tell each other to shutup.”

“I didn’t! I said ‘shutup’ which is totallydifferent.”

“Whatever. It’s the same but said fast, which is nodifferent.”

My eyes bounce back and forth between my sons. Teenagers may as well live on another planet for how strange theyare.

“Besides, Kelsey so didn’t say that, youliar.”

“Whatever helps you sleep atnight.”

Aidan moves to sit closer to Reece, who’s still laid back in the chair, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, like he could careless.

It’s alie.

They both knowit.

Aidan continues to taunt him. “Yeah. She said that you had no clue what you were doing. And she had towipeall the spit off her face from where you practically attacked her like alab.”

“You’re so full ofit!”

Aidan laughs. Shakes his head. Now staring at his own phone while continuing to eat the ice cream. “Nope.”

“Aidan. Enough,” I putin.

“Yeah, Aidan. E-nough,” Reecemocks.

Reece lowers his phone, and they narrow their eyes at each other, and I know they’re about to try out some of those wrestling moves they learned this year. Only it’ll likely become more like an MMA matchinstead.

“Boys,” I warn, as Reece standsup.

“Take it back. I know you’relying.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that, Reece? Why would someone ever lie aboutthat?”

And then itclicks.

Why Aidan (or Reece) ever tries to lie to his twin brother is beyond me, but Aidan was clearly on to Reece when he told Aidan that he and Kelsey made out after the movies the night we got home from the cabin. Or… he just exaggerated. Eitherway.

Reece got home that night with a pretty big smile on his face. Similar to the one I’ve been sporting ever since we got back two daysago.

“Just let it go, Aidan,yeah?”

“Why should I? Youknowhewouldn’t.”

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