I have a most unusual family. Polite people call us different. Most people call us weird and won't let their children come play with us.

    I love playing with my twin brothers Sonny and Sammy. They're funny and love to laugh. And I have to do everything twice. When I throw the ball at Sonny, I have to throw it again at Sammy. My brothers are Siamese Twins and they're connected from the back of their heads down to their toes.

    But the neighborhood children can be cruel and sometimes throw stones at us. Then my mother will come somersaulting into the garden and land in front of the kids with a double flip. They aren't even polite enough to say Hi. "Wow" is all they can say and then they run away.

    My father isn't much help either. Sometimes, he turns the kids into frogs or into potted plants. While standing on her head, my mother begs him not too. I keep them in my room until it's time for them to go home.

    The children love my dog, Sequin, who loves to stand on his hind legs and dance. He loves it most when I put a hat on his head and a tutu on his middle. He twirls and spins much to the delight of the crowd.

    One day, a kind man came our way. He laughed with my brothers, applauded my mother's fabulous back flip with a half twist and gasped when my father was about to turn him into a frog. "Wait!" he said. "Please hear me out." My brothers stopped laughing, my mother stood on her feet, my father kept his wand. And I, with Sequin in my arms, waited with bated breath.

    "Would you like to join my circus?" he asked.

    I looked at my brothers who began to giggle, my mother who began to wiggle and my father who began to jiggle. "YES, WE WILL!" we all shouted in glee.

    Polite people think we're delightful. Most people think we're fantastic. I think we're a regular, ordinary, everyday family.