60 minutes was how long it took for us to queue for petrol yesterday.
60 minutes was what it took for me to be convinced that we could technically drive up to KL with the kids strapped in at the back.
60 minutes was how long the twins played and entertained themselves and us in the car yesterday.
60 minutes was how long Jordan played with my Kate Spade sunglasses for. Thankfully she did not break them or I'd have been extremely upset.
60 minutes was how long it took for the diapers to leak onto their carseats although we suspect that had to do with the adult size glasses of water they downed at Crystal Jade prior to being strapped into the car.
60 minutes for this Mommy to be immensely proud of her twins for not wailing, crying, complaining and actually managing to get Papa out of the foul mood he was in at having to wait so long to fill the tank with fuel.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
60 minutes
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