In the winter after the twins's second birthday, they received a gift of a beautiful little sister. With a baby-faced father and mother, the real baby was bound to be cute; a fact that the twins themselves agreed upon.
"Gyuu!" Asa shouted in a high-pitch, energetic voice while dangling on the bassinet railing, arms stretched out trying to reach the baby.
Of course, his father was carefully holding his waist as he did so, while correcting his pronunciation. Or rather...making sure it was the right word. "Cute?"
"Kyut!"
The older twin had a slightly different opinuon. "Peetee..."
"Pretty?"
"Ung," the calm toddler nodded. "Pweetee."
"Kyut!" Asa insisted. "Bebee small!"
"You're smaller than her when you were born, you know," his Baba told him in a loud whisper, and the twins gasped in disbelief.
