Double the trouble

These two botaks are my nephews.

Sometimes, they make me want to scream cold murder.
Sometimes they irritate the hell out of me with their questions of “whys” and “why-nots”.
The manner at which they select their playthings, and the things they do their playthings make me fear for my dogs’ and my old-Datou-who-cannot-afford-a-heart-attack’s lives (my cat actually bolts at the sound of their voices).

But they, too, make me smile and laugh at their smiles and laughter.