“Who wants some fruit?” my dad asks.

Hansel yawns.

“Tired?” Mom asks.

Yeah, he’s exhausted from pretending to be my brother all day.

Hansel nods. “You can make my bedtime an hour earlier if you think I could use the extra sleep on school nights,” Hansel says as my dad hands him a bowl of fruit.

Jonah’s cheeks and ears turn even redder.

“WHAT?!” Jonah whisper-yells. “NO WAY AM I GOING TO BED AN HOUR EARLIER. That’s it, Abby, I’m going in there and telling them —”

“No,” I whisper-yell back. “Not yet!”

“That is very mature of you, Jonah,” my mother says to Hansel, winking at my dad.

Gretel smiles and pops a piece of cantaloupe in her mouth. “Frankie and Robin and I decided we’re all going to wear orange tomorrow,” Gretel says. “And Penny thinks it would be SO cute if we all wear pigtails, so we are.”

Now my cheeks and ears are steaming red. Gretel is stealing my friends now? She must have been hanging out with Robin and Frankie all day. In my FRA necklace.

And there is no way I’m wearing pigtails tomorrow. NO. WAY.

“Okay, that’s it!” I say, ready to charge in and tell our parents that the Abby and Jonah sitting at the table are impostors.

But now Jonah holds me back.

“Abby, we can’t go in!” Jonah says. “Like you said, Mom and Dad will freak. How would we explain that there are two Abbys and two Jonahs? We’d have to tell them everything. And we can’t!”

Crumbs. He’s right.

“I’m so glad you’re wearing that sweater Nana bought you, Jonah,” my dad says to Hansel. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

Real Jonah’s face scrunches up again. “I don’t. It’s itchy,” he whispers.

I bet I know why Hansel put on that sweater. Because it’s so bulky it makes him look less scrawny.

“What boy wouldn’t like a cardigan sweater with little sailboats on it?” Hansel asks.

He looks totally serious, too.

Then again, it’s probably the first warm sweater he’s ever had on. Which makes me feel a little bad.

But Hansel and Gretel are trying to steal our lives. We have to do something to get those lives back.

Dad laughs. “Who are you two and what did you do with our children?”

Seriously?

Ruff! Ruff-ruff!

Oh, no! Prince is barking like crazy. He runs past us right into the kitchen.

He’s sitting right behind Gretel’s chair and going nuts.

“There you are, Prince!” my mom says. “We were looking for you all day. We almost sent out a search party.”

Oh, sure, for him they were going to send out a search party. I bet they would have used a great photo for him.

Ruff! Ruff-ruff! Prince barks even louder, and runs over to Hansel. He keeps barking.

“That’s enough, Prince!” my dad says. “I know you’re excited to see Abby and Jonah now that you’re back from wherever you ran off to. But no more barking.”