My sibling and I are twins, and everything all of us do ends up being a contest.
It doesn’t matter if all of us are playing a game or just doing dishes, someone has to bet the other they can do the job better.
After Thanksgiving brunch, my mother asked us to go for a walk in the park with her. She wanted to get some calories walked off that he had consumed. While all of us were walking, all of us both forgot about mom and started power walking, then all of us jogged, and it quickly became a full race. I’m not sure who was going to be the winner, but mom gave a shout and all of us both stopped, almost falling on our faces. Mom wasn’t legitimately delighted with our actions. You would have thought all of us were only numerous again the way he pulled our ears and told us he had enough and quickly headed back to the house. She sat in front of the fireplace and told us that all they earned was the right to do the dishes. She and Mom were curled in front of the fireplace watching the first of several Christmas films. The kitchen was hot, since the heat of the fireplace was blowing right through the doorway. I heard mom mumble something about our race, and Mom started chuckling. He came out and slapped us both on the back. He said that all of us would never learn. It abruptly hit us that every year our shenanigans had ended up with us doing the holiday dishes, while mom sat in front of the fireplace watching aged films.