"Mom, did the little ones cry today?" Ding Baobei spoke while her eyes remained fixed on her brothers' faces, letting the baby hold onto her thumb, her eyes brimming with a smile.
"Cry? They cry every day. You were such a good girl when you were little." Ding Jinshi sighed helplessly. After giving birth to her twin sons, she was left weak, and even after more than half a month, she still hadn't regained much energy and needed to recuperate.
Yet, the two sons were like little rascals, nothing short of mischievous.
They cried for milk, cried after drinking milk, and when the older one cried, the younger one followed suit.
Cried when they wet themselves, cried when they soiled themselves, cried for no apparent reason.
Then it would be a chorus of crying, the elder and the younger crying together until Ding Jinshi's head felt like it was going to explode. These little rascals were only quiet and lovable when they were asleep.
