Claus had woken up fourteen minutes ago; he counted. Even though he was awake, he didn’t leave the bed because the sun hadn’t signaled for him to yet; he never got up unless the sun shined on the bed. He was admittedly fidgety this morning because it was the day after ‘the big ten’ as he called it. He was a little amazed his twisting and turning didn’t make Lucas flinch or wake him up even a little bit.

“Sloth,” Claus mumbled as he boredly played with his sleeping twin’s hair. He sighed heavily and rolled onto his back when Lucas hardly responded to him. “So bored. Hurry up, sun!” he whined and squirmed in the bed. The day never felt right when he got up without or before the sun, and as painful as the wait was, he was going to wait it out. But during his wait, his clumsy twin had rolled out of the bed with a very loud thud.

“Owww!!” he cried.

Claus was going to laugh until he heard sniffles quickly start from his fallen twin. It was always the sniffles and tears that kept his laughters at bay because they were his weakness. In a form of consolation, he rolled out of the bed and fell with an equally loud thud, and he too, wailed, “Oww!”

Lucas wiped his eyes and looked down at his older brother who was grinding his teeth and rubbing his head.

“What’d you do that for..?”

“Pain share,” he answered and kept rubbing his head. As he continued to rub his head he thought, “Lucas must’ve fell on his butt or something…ow…” when the throbbing pain of his head continued to throb.

“I don’t get it, but okay…” Lucas replied and chuckled only a little bit. A lot of the times he never understood Claus, especially when he would mimic his accidents for whatever reason.

Claus laughed in happiness that he had quickly stopped his tears and managed to get a chuckle out of him in the process. Before he knew it, the sun had finally shined through on the both of them.

“Oh, the sun’s here,” Lucas observed. He wasn’t as excited as Claus, but he liked the sun just as much as Claus did.

Claus sprung up to his feet in one literal movement and ran out the room with his arms stretched out like an airplane. Lucas knew that in a matter of minutes, as little as ten, Claus would be back. And if he was in bed, he would whine for him to get up and go outside with him. At the moment, Lucas didn’t feel the need to get dressed since Claus hadn’t, and walked out the room to see where Claus had ran off to.

Down stairs, Lucas saw Claus jumping at the measuring wall and it had finally dawned Lucas what Claus was over-blowing next.

“Height,” he exclaimed a thought out loud.

“Yes!” His energetic brother confirmed and waved for his lazier brother to come over.

Even though Lucas didn’t understand the big deal of the things Claus has been bloating up lately, he didn’t mind going along with them. He made his way over to the wall and stood next to Claus, his posture was straight and calm as he waited for his mom to come by with their father’s old knife to mark the wall. He directed his eyes to Claus to see the huge smile on his face as his twin tried to stay as straight as possible and not fidget.

“Alright, your brother wants to be measured. He wants to see how much of a little man he’s become,” Hinawa cooed at them as she made her way over to them.

“I’m not going to be little anymore~,” Claus sang with anticipation.

Hinawa first marked Claus’ height to put him at ease. “Oh, you did grow, Claus! Congrats!”

“Wow! I hope I’m really tall!”

Hinawa giggled and steadied the mark above Lucas head as she measured. Finally she cut the mark and put the age next to them both. 

“Well, what do you know, Lucas is taller than you, Claus.”

Lucas released a tiny gasp and girlishly covered his mouth with his finger tips, surprised that he out done Claus in something.  Claus was not used to this and shrieked, “What??”

“He’s taller than you. Go ahead and face each other as I place my hands on top of your heads,” Hinawa instructed teasingly.

Claus quickly stepped in front of his younger twin, his mouth twitching into a huge frown that he is shorter than his younger twin! Hinawa placed her hands on the top of her sons heads and then stepped back to show where her hands were. Lucas was indeed taller, and a noticeable taller. The difference wasn’t a huge one, but you can see he was somewhat taller than the older twin.

“Noooo!” Claus cried out and stared at the markings on the wall.

Lucas had nothing to say, but he did display a bit of an ego boost with his smile hidden behind his frail and paler hand.

Hinawa patted Claus on the head and said, “Lucas does finish his vegetables and doesn’t eat as much deserts as you, dear.”

“But, mother, you’re taller than dad and people say I take after you,” Lucas said in response to her idea of what made him taller than Claus. He indirectly made things worse for Claus.

“Well, that is true…”

When a deep and calm chuckle came from behind the three, they turned to see Flint smiling at his family.

“Oh, dad, did you hear? I’m taller than Claus,” Lucas informed his father with a proud smile. He was happy that he had out-did Claus in something for once and hoped his father would acknowledge it.

“I heard, but the two of you need to know that height isn’t everything.”

Lucas frowned a little bit that he didn’t get the answer that he was looking for, while Claus was sitting down with his head low in defeat and agony.

“Oh, of course you say that when I’m the taller one,” Hinawa laughed and took off her husband's hat and placed it on the stand.

Claus looked up at his parents with the biggest frown that anyone had seen him with and asked, in a nervously shaky voice, "…Am I going to be bald like him too?

Claus wasn’t sure if the laughter from Hinawa or the disgruntled look on Flint’s face was a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.