his brother, “Sometimes, we were like that when we were kids.”
Chris gave him a look that read 'who are you trying to fool' before he asked, “What about them saying the same thing at the same time? Synchronicity between the twins, I can understand. But Justin, what's he doing it for?”
“Their just goofing around,” Dylan defended them.
Chris wasn't convinced. “What about the music they play? When the twins first arrived, I heard them and they were nothing special, and that was on Saturday. Now instrumentally they sound as good as Justin and when they all play together and my godson lends that tremendous voice of his to the arrangement, well it's magnificent music to hear. I get goosebumps.”
Dylan shook his head, “You're full of malarkey.”
Chris made the sign of the cross. “I kid you not. Just listen to them rehearse.”
“I will and just so you know, they're coming this way. I wouldn't want you to get scared and pee your pants.” Dylan waved to the approaching trio and watched as they sauntered over, each twin on either side of Justin.
“Hi, Uncle Chris,” the trio greeted in unison