You don't know what it's like! Hyperactive twins! When they turned three, my doctor prescribed Ritalin - I wouldn't dream of giving drugs to my children, but it does help when I take it myself. I can't keep up with them. At some point, they looked at one another, realized there were two of them and only one of me. Sometimes it gets so bad, I brew up some Sleepytime herb tea, pour it over ice, serve it in Spiderman glasses and tell them it's a new-flavor Kool-Aid. I feel so guilty as I watch their little heads nod out.
I had no idea they'd taken the bats to school with them. Believe me, it will not happen again. Look, just give me a list of the damage and I will pay for it. I'm sorry, I'm raising two Darth Vaders.
You're sure, Doctor? Premenstrual syndrome? I mean, I'm getting divorced. My mother's getting divorced. I'm raising twin boys. I have a lot of job pressure - I have to find one. The ERA didn't pass, not long ago I lost a very dear friend, and...and my husband is involved... not just involved, but in love, I'm afraid... with this woman... who's quite a bit younger than I am. An you think it's my period and not my life?
I took the boys to see Santa Claus. When Santa Claus asked Robert what he wanted for Christmas, Robert said "A nuclear freeze." And then McCord yanked off Santa's beard off and said, "What animal got killed for this?" I knew you'd be proud. I mean, for a kid that age to have the spirit to confront Santa Claus on what he thought was a moral issue...Well... Maybe we did somethings right, after all.