"Daddy, since you said you can tell us apart, let's play a game!"
Timothy didn't bother drying his hair and used a towel to wrap up Timmy's hair. After wrapping it up, he did the same for his own hair.
Roy Lewis tried to follow suit and wrap up Tifanny's hair, but he couldn't secure it properly no matter how he tried.
Timothy beckoned Tifanny over, and swiftly helped her wrap up her hair as well.
Then, the three children ran into the bedroom, and quickly came out wrapped in white sheets.
The three little rascals were all about the same height, and could usually only be distinguished by their clothes and hair.
Now, the three of them were wrapped up tightly, with only their tense little faces showing. At first glance, it was difficult to tell who was who.
Roy Lewis rubbed his chin and pretended to be distressed, as he circled around the three little ones in his wheelchair.
After his circuit, he looked extremely disappointed.
