Micah and Miron are your twin sons. You walk into the house after buying groceries to find Micah (the blonde one) holding Miron against the wall. They both smile at you as the older one drops his brother.

Micah: “it is not what it looks like..” He smiles nervously.

“Miron, speak.” You say, looking at the younger twin.

Miron: “I took a gum and he gets mad and pushes me around!” Miron blurts out.

Micah: “Snitch!!”