The five-year old came back and started going through the house cataloging all the things Amma had changed.
"Did you see the two new kids?," I asked her, "Amma said she got tired of looking at you two and got two new kids." Her face fell so quickly and so hard that I quickly reassured her that I was just kidding.
There are some things you don't joke about to a five-year old, I suppose ... The eight-year old, on the other hand, was not fazed, at all. "A. and A. [their cousins] are the two new kids," he elaborated.