Zero comments? You're kidding.
Are we running out?
What else is there to say? Angelic, obedient, cat loving, knit beanie loving? This was about the time Steve and I would switch clothes and go running up to Dad. He would look at us and tell us how much alike we looked - and would pretend I was Steve and Steve was me. We would laugh with great delight - Dad was such a good sport. This was also about the time (maybe we were a little older, but not much) we would stand on either side of the big bed in Dwight and Steve's bedroom and shoot spit wads at each other. Once in awhile we would get hit (usually on our faces) and the welts became a sign of true bravery. It was a good thing we did that when we were little - I suspect as we got older our aims may have been better.
So why did you remove me from this picture? Ohhhhh. I know.
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