(One of my adorable identical twin cousins. The sad part is, I'm not sure which one this is...)
An atypical night for Courtney that landed her in a small and VERY local Texas dance hall.
There was lots of two-stepping,
lots of Shinerbock,
in the blink of an eye,
the most ridiculous bar brawl you've ever seen.
Let's just say it involved the entirety of the place,
with bartenders shouting,
grown men (and lots of them) throwing punches,
and more than a few breaking beer bottles.
I'm not going to lie.
It was all kinds of awesome.
I drove out to spend some time with family,
including two of the sweetest twin baby boys you've ever seen.
and caused all kinds of chaos.
minutes before bath time,
the screaming began.
They both began hollering,
and making just terrible sounds.
And as I watched their chubby little arms and legs flail about with newly unearthed energy,
I laughed to myself.
Because doesn't it seem,
that no matter what the age,
no matter what the size,
and no matter what kind of bottle is clenched in the hand,
boys will most definitely be boys?
and rowdy boys.
And thank goodness for that.