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