Once upon a time, there were two adorable little angelic boys.
They could do no wrong.


to satisfy her whimsy for corn field photos.
Little did they realize the dangers of this field trip.
Because, after this, nothing was ever the same.

They began to sass their mama and fight each other.
The bewildered mama had no idea what had happened?
Surely aliens had taken over their bodies.
These were not HER children anymore.
If only the answer was that simple.
Alas, she couldn't blame it on aliens,
her husband Texas Homeboy said, "It's just the way boys are sometimes."
He explained her new job:
The poor, confused, utterly-perfect-in-every-way mama took her new role seriously,
along with a prescription for Xanax,
but still harbored secret affirmation that these children...
had been victims of an alien experiement.
No one had warned her that she was in training for Intergalactic mediation. It's hard work keeping aliens satisfied.
No one believes her. But she knows the truth.
The truth is out there.
Somewhere.
Maybe.
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