Went into the twins’ bedroom the other night after they had been put to bed to ask them to keep it down. They were talking and laughing a little loudly and I didn’t want them to wake up their little sister. My daughter laughingly informed me, from the other side of a darkened bedroom, that they were talking about what would happen if their mom and I died. I paused, thought about how much they had been laughing, and just shut the door. KIDS ARE THE CREEPIEST!