I glance down at where Emmett is fully dressed and ready to go, so that means West is yelling at the wrong twin again. “Maybe soon he’ll learn to not use either of your names when he yells.” Emmett laughs. “At least when we’re teenagers he won’t know which one of us is in trouble, so he won’t know who to yell at, and then he won’t punish either of us.” I turn and pat his head. “You keep thinking that, buddy.”
