"I'll let you bite me if you make dinner!" Mary Kate yelled down the stairs as Ashley rolled around on the playroom carpet giggling uncontrollably, still suffering from a bad kool-aid high.
"Where do I get to bite you?" Ashely blurted, kool-aid stained lips flapping in excitement.
These are the types of arrangements I am forced to mediate when things start to get a little too far fetched on my watch. The girls are always making strange sister deals that remind me of the mischief I used to get into with my own sister. I'm glad I don't still go crazy for kool-aid.
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