So now when I get the grandchildren girls who are "7 apiece" as my daddy would say, here is how it goes. When they get in the car, they talk non-stop and giggle all the way to my house. We stop for pizza or cook whatever they want and they eat and compare portion sizes and demand special drinks such as Sprite with orange or cranberry juice and "crunched up ice."
"Do you want to take a bath one at a time or together?" A collective "TOGETHER!" That will end soon. More giggling ensues. They turn on the bubbles in the tub and wash each other's hair using about a cup of shampoo each and wonder why I have a hard time getting the shampoo out.
Then it's off to bed to watch a movie and giggle more. As different as daylight and dark, one goes to sleep easily, the other not so.
My favorite part of the routine is the early morning. I hear them wake up and stomp around a little and then they dive under the covers and talk softly. Less giggling. What do you talk about when you are 7? They count missing teeth and discuss whether they are "girly girls or tomboys" and decide they are a mixture of both. I can't hear much from downstairs. I can only tell it is serious cousin talk.
I call them for breakfast and all gets quiet. You see, they are still "asleep."