Both of the girls are now cruising around on the battery-operated ATV that their grandparents inflicted first on my sister-in-law's family, and then transfered to ours once the twins' cousins outgrew the infernal machine. They are experts at clambering onboard the thing and plowing over whatever is in its path (including each other), but they have not yet figured out steering. So they crash full-throttle into walls and furniture, holding down the "go" button until someone comes to winch them out of the ruts they have dug in the hardwood (*cough* laminate *cough*) floor.
The other day, Cobra rammed the quad into the dishwasher and stood on the seat with the motor whining and wheels spinning, pounding on the appliance with the toy squirt bottle of mustard that she currently carries around the house most of her waking hours.
From this little moment of mayhem, I figured out what the twins had really been babbling about earlier that day. I lovingly created this animated film, frame-by-frame*, based on that conversation.