Don't have kids either but my cat comes when called.......Sounds like a good case of "like twins, like daddy".......chris3
I wish. It's their mother. I was a pretty calm kid. And when I was naughty, I was deliberate, careful, and sneaky. Mostly involving playing Ted Kazinsky/Mad Scientist with household chemicals, air-rifles, and misuse of model rocket engines.
I did have to explain myself when at age 13, I faild to consider that my attempt at a 6 foot long coil-gun would not work because it did not have an appropriate load in the circuit (well, any load... really), and I blew the mains for the house. My father did think the DIY carbon-arc furnace I made out of a terra-cotta flowerpot, curtian rod, and carbon sticks pulled from old batteries was impressive. Well, at least until I plugged it in, and he discovered that I had decided to substitute a household chandiler/lighting rheostat for the lead sinker and salt-water in a pyrex dish that the old 1950's "Science for boys" book had instructed. And once again, blew the mains...
Fortunately, they never did learn of the napalm. In a fit of inspiration I dragged the old Weber grill over the stain/burn on the patio, and my parents assumed that grease, or some plastic cooking implement had been forgotten in there after the last cookout. Phew.
OTOH, Mrs. Dual, went missing for the better part of the day at age two. The neighbors and local constabulary got involved, only to discover they faild to look
up. She was on top of the kitchen refridgerator, nude, and covered in the dirt/mud from the houseplant she'd been eating while quietly enjoying all the commotion.
In all reality, it's a group dynamic problem. Mrs. Dual and I work nearly opposite shifts. They're horrible when it's 4-on-1. They're about average, behavior-wise, when we're both with them, or only have two with one of us. And their behavior is impeccable on the all too rare occasions we have them one-on-one.