Shall I repeat that?
They talk the entire time.
(I don't think FDPG even takes a breath between thoughts)
They are also slightly on the horribly competitive side: if one bumps the top of the doorway the other practically elbows that one out of the way so that they too can try to bump the top of the doorway.
Then I am deluged, yes, deluged, with pleas of this sort:
Mum! Take a picture! Mum! Look! Take a picture for your blog! Send it to Nanna! Look! Look! I'm at the top! Look! Mum!
And so, to humour us all, I often do take a picture. And another. And sometimes another, as each pose changes
Sigh. I console myself with the knowledge that one day, when I am old and gray and the kids live somewhere else, I might look back on these pictures and wish I had taken MORE.