Once upon a time I lived in the same state as these two girls, Kathy on the left and Sheryl in the middle.
Not only were we all raising our families at the time, but we had children which were all stair-stepped around the same ages.
Our children spent time together at camp and so did we.
Here we are with our best-friend-sons each standing behind his mother.
My son is Kelly, the other two are both Matt.
Thus Kelly and the Two Matts. Sounds like a band, doesn't it?
It was a band all right - - - a "brother" band of mischief makers!!!
These boys were the "bane of our existence" at camp. If there was any possible trouble to get into, they got in it. I'm pretty sure Kelly was the ring-leader.
There are way too many tales to tell - - - but let me just say that some of them involved parking their cars between dorms to block the entrances, hiding hymn books, boxer tag, Gold Bond Powder (don't ask), poop splashing (don't ask) and even mooning (again - don't ask.)
ALL of their pranks and mischief made camp security angry, and made their mothers want to choke them - - - especially that mom in the middle.
I will NEVER forget the time they came toodling down to my camper at nearly lights out on the last Saturday night of camp. I looked them straight in the eyes and said, "I am exhausted and have a REALLY full day tomorrow. I do NOT want security knocking on my door at 3 AM, so PLEASE go to your dorms and stay there all night."
They all grinned innocent grins and ASSURED me they were headed to bed.
3:01 AM security was pounding on my door.
I KID YOU NOT!!!
I REAMED my son out and went back to bed.
I then heard security knocking on the next door camper - - - where Kathy stayed. I heard her open the door and before security could even tell her what was going on she looked her Matt right in the eye and said, "Matt, everything Keetha said to Kelly goes TWICE for you!!!"