MINE! (part IV, The Reckoning)

First rule of Baby Fight Club - DO NOT TALK ABOUT BABY FIGHT CLUB.

Pretend that your children are perfect, and always well mannered, and poop out strawberry scented rainbows and daffodils.

Well, screw it, I'm talking about it.
The babies, they are fighting. They fight over toys, attention, food, shoes, oxygen, and perhaps even politics, (I don't understand their secret jibber jabber twin language.) Once one of them ultimately destroys the other, I am positive that I am next.

Please, run for your lives. Don't look back, don't try and help me. I'll only hold you back. Save yourself.


***WARNING! The following images may be disturbing, and may possibly even cause sterility***

The hair pulling begins


Ruby's shit eating grin fails to negate the fact that she's just stolen a car


Car fight rematch



And just when I am about to give the girls away to the next group of circus folk travelling through town, they go and pull out The Cuteness. Here they are acting sweet, with some mildly inappropriate kissing.