Fun with twins

This morning as I’m hustling to get 6 kids out the door to school, I have this play out…

Andrew is standing on the steps, fully dressed in snowpants, coat, etc. Connor tells me he doesn’t know where his snow pants are.
“You need to find them, Connor” I say. He starts looking around only because he knows he needs to do something. I resume getting myself ready to go.
Realizing he isn’t making any headway and my irritation is increasing, I ask him, “What did you do with them after yesterday?”
“I think I hung them up,” he says.
“Well, then they gotta be around here somewhere!” frustration rising in my voice.
Anxiousness is brewing for him now, knowing I’m feeling rushed to get going. He renews his efforts of looking around even though he knows it is futile.
It is time to go and I’ve boiled over. “CONNOR, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM YESTERDAY AFTER YOU WERE DONE PLAYING?!!?”
“I hung them up, Dad”
“THEN WHERE ARE THEY?”
“Andrew took them”
My mouth drops. Andrew has been watching this whole interaction, his brother nervously hunting around and not ratting him out… just standing there probably hoping beyond hope that a pair of snowpants will drop from the sky.
“Andrew, are those Connor’s snowpants?”
“Yes”
“Where are yours”
“I left them at school”

Yes, my friends, they look out for each other to a fault.

That was the beginning of the day. Now, they are both sick, throwing up. Connor at least had dinner, which was a pasta sauce with some carrots and brocolli. I made him try one piece of brocolli. He tried shoveling his carrots off to the side but I caught him and made him eat a carrot, too.
2 hours later he’s got his head in a bucket. He pukes up all of dinner and, just as he finishes a big one, he lifts his head up, barely above the bucket, and says to me, “It’s because of the vegetables, dad”

He is persistent, that’s for sure.