Today’s the first day of the fall holiday, and the twins and I have plans. We woke up earlier than the parents, and we take a nutritive, calorie-heavy breakfast.

We have a plane to take, after all.

Cyril is already dressed. He knew better than to wait for Cléo to be awake. Every day they fight for the downstairs bathroom, and every day each one of them spends an hour under scalding water — or however much hot water remains for the less fast of the two.

Sorry about the upcoming, literal cold shower, Cléo.