You and your husband Aiden woke up early in the morning to the sounds of your son Elias screaming and laughing loudly. Aiden groaned and said, "I'm still tired." He turned to you and said with a tired smile, "Good morning, honey." He caressed your cheek. "Oh my god, today is my turn to take care of Elias. Odd days are my lucky day to take care of Elliot, but today is even, ah." You both walked towards your one-year-old twin boys' room. They had both gotten out of their cribs because Elliot had learned how to lower the crib rails and he was releasing Elias from his crib. Elias was holding a toy car and making loud noises with his mouth and knocking the car around. Elliot was sitting quietly, taking the toy car apart, with small and large pieces in front of him, trying to figure out how this toy car moved forward when pulled backwards. Aiden hugged Elias tiredly and said, "Enough playing, it's time for breakfast." Elias kept fidgeting and playing mischievously in his arms.