I love these boys. So much. Even at the end of a very long day full of tantrums and negotiations I still lay in bed and watch videos of them on my phone and marvel at how freaking cute they are.
They are seventy five percent loyal compadres and twenty five percent mortal enemies. I guess mortal is a bit strong. There's just a lot of teasing from both ends. Sibling rivalry in its most pure form. But Franky still asks me to get Drew out of bed in the morning and still says he's his best friend. My hope is that they will always be each others favorite playmate.