They were really very enthralled with the monster truck races. We probably could have real enthusiasts if we followed up on it, found some videos on YouTube maybe, watched a few more races (or whatever they are called), found some website, googled images of some of the trucks and drivers, or if we decided to go to a
Uh, we won't...
However the creative output was pretty phenomenal, I especially liked these two. That's clearly Blue Thunder by Z there on the right. (I can only guess there was not a blue marker or crayon or pen or colored pencil or water color or paint or dye anywhere in the house so he rendered it in black and white.) He cut it out neatly with scissors and his name is on the back. It's really pretty accurate.
And then there is '2.' Typical N, sort of cartoony, torn, not cut, the colors all sort of blended. It looks as though you're looking at it through a smoke-filled arena. It's very action packed and stylized.
And that is one of the many reasons why it is so fun to have twins. As you see how different they are you begin to realize that those who seem different than us really aren't, they are just seeing things in a different way. I mean these guys eat the same food, share the same room, get the same amount of love and respect; they weigh nearly the same and are the same height get the same amount of sleep and are pretty much as equal in their nurture as two kids could be. And yet, they are so different by their very nature, so different in their thoughts and priorities, in their opinions and favorites. It's weird and wonderful at the same time.
From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'
N: "I love Mother Nature."
Z: "Me, too."
N: "I kissed her once."
Z: "No you didn't, you don't even know her!"
I kissed her once too and she slapped me upside the head...
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