As I am taking the stairs, two by two, I say to the twins:
I am just getting your socks from upstairs.
I hear this in response:
Beep, beep, beep! (The sound that signals one of the doors have just been opened!)
Thump, thump, thump….back down stairs I see the front door open! As I race outside to get my son, I pass the other one (Mason) sitting on his haunches in the middle of the dining room table!
I say “pass”, because that’s what I did, ran passed my son on the dining room table so that I could rescue the one outside!
And there was Cameron in socks (!!!) running across the porch. I sling him into my arms, run back inside and rescue the other!
Honestly – I was gone two seconds! I had to giggle to myself at the craziness of it all!
It’s in situations like this when I clearly remember my friend Missy’s advice to me. She had twins first, and patiently answered all my questions and calmed all my fears.
I asked her, “Missy what do you do if a twin goes one way and the other twin runs in the opposite direction?”
She said, “Leigh, you always help the one in the most danger first”
So that is my twin rule that I live by:
Always help the one in the most danger first!
This has kept me out of the news so far!
What’s the best advice you have ever received?