I went in to rescue Lucy's blanket and her Baby Jesus. She had thrown them onto the floor and immediately regretted it.
"Maaaaa-maaa! Ah needa Baby Jeezus! Ah needa blankeeeeeey! Maaaaaaa-maaaaaa!"
As soon as I stepped into the room, I smelled it. Someone had a seriously poopy diaper. So I asked them, because it's just like that now: "Who has poopy pants?"
They responded in unison without missing a beat: "Nora does."
I retrieved the blanket and Baby Jesus from the floor, handed them to Lucy and lifted Nora from her crib. "You have poopies?" I said, rubbing her silky hair with my nose.
"Uh-huh. Nora poopies. I got poopies," she said, proudly.
"You need a diaper change. Then sleep," I informed her.
"I needa diaper den sleep more," she said.
I laid her down to change her diaper. As I pulled off her pajama bottoms and unfastened the diaper, she giggled. And then I saw it...a perfectly clean, perfectly dry diaper.
No poop. Nothing. Clean and dry.
"Nora!" I said, "you don't have any poops. Your diaper is clean and dry."
She cracked up, crinkling her eyes at me. Laughter...at me...in stereo. I looked up to see Lucy standing in her crib, purple pacifier dangling from her mouth, also laughing.
They were having fun at my expense.
A brief investigation uncovered the poop in Lucy's diaper, which I quickly changed. As I deposited her back into her crib, I kissed her curly head and told them, "No more sillies, girls. Good night."
As I left their room, closing the door behind me, I heard the unmistakable sounds of mattress springs squeaking as they began bouncing up and down in their beds...giggling.
I'm afraid this is the beginning, y'all...twelve years from now, they'll be covering for each other and finding ways to outsmart me. What am I going to do? Have another child so they will have a younger sibling to tattle on them?