This particular lesson stars Baby A and Baby B, because that's what you call twins when you're growing 'em from scratch.
So baby A was born with the eye of a tiger and the heart of a lion. It's a regular jungle in there, you know.
Baby B . . . he's more cruiser than bruiser. His heart is pieced together with down pillows and Beanie Babies.
Baby A and Baby B were taught in their youth to share everything.
Even when you're a cutie patootie.
Okay, ready for the lesson?
This week Baby A and Baby B get to go to basketball camp. Baby A has one desire--to win the MR. HUSTLE AWARD.
He gets up early every day to warm up, stretch, and shoot around before camp. He repeats his routine again every evening.
Baby B doesn't. He just wants to get through camp so he can come home and eat cereal.
Every day Baby A comes home from basketball camp with empty hands and a frowny face, shaking his head and gritting his teeth,"ARGH!" he says, "I didn't win Mr. Hustle. As Gad as my witness, tomorrow I WILL win Mr. Hustle!!!!!!!!"
But he doesn't.
On the other hand, everyday Baby B comes home from basketball camp and pours himself a bowl of cereal.
"Did you win Mr. Hustle?" I ask.
"Yep" he shrugs.
Now ain't that just like life!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
(Two more days left of camp. Will someone please petition the Universe on Baby A's behalf?)