Sibling Rivalry

She felt her mother’s hand at the same time that her sister did. Both jostled to get there first, elbowing, kicking each other. Almost immediately, they felt another hand, this time slightly to the right. Hearing a familiar soothing voice sing to them, the sisters floated towards the second hand. They battled again- throwing feeble punches at each other. The younger one managed to best the other this time, coiling tightly into a bunch, resisting her sister’s efforts to push her away.

While they were engaged thus in fisticuffs, the mother watched in delight the protrusions that appeared on her distended belly with each poke and jab. As the beaming father looked on, he whispered, “I cannot wait for our twins to be born”.