"Mom, could you pass the salt?" Jace reached over the table to grab ahold of a small salt shaker. Jace not only loved girls, but he also loved salt. Why? I don't know. I watched as Jace sprinkled salt onto his mashed potatoes being ever so careful with it.

"Careful, Jace. You don't want to die of sodium overdose." My twin glared at me, not paying attention to how much salt he was putting on. He was putting on a lot of salt. I just continued to eat my Cesar salad.

"Oh boys," My dad chuckled while he watched us glaring at each other. "Grace, what type of boys have we raised?"

"A boy who loves salt and another boy who likes to judge about how much salt the other one intakes."

"Mom, too much sodium can indeed lead to death. Do you remember that news article? Some man died from a sodium overdose."

"Chase, that never happened." My brother rolled his eyes. "Plus, if you don't have enough salt you can also die."

"So would you rather die from too much salt or too little salt?" My dad placed his hand on his chin while he asked the question.

"Too much salt." My brother answered.

"Too little." I responded.

"Same, I wouldn't want to die of too much salt." My mom nodded in agreement with me.

"Well, I would rather die of too much salt. Salt is good." My dad and my brother high fived each other while my mom and I rolled our eyes.

"On your tombstone, we would put In loving memory of Jace/ Steven. They loved salt way too much for their own good." I moved my hand across the sky as if I were reading it. My brother groaned my dad laughed.

"I would love to have that on my tombstone."

"I don't think mom would. Every time she would visit she would shake her head in embarrassment and wonder what went wrong." I joked to my dad who let out a grand 'ol laugh.

"You know, someone in this world probably died from sodium overdose and we are just dancing on their grave." I laughed towards Jace.

"I'm loving memory of the dude who died from too much salt. He didn't see it coming."

"Okay, boys. Settle down. It's not nice to make fun of the deceased at the dinner table."

"Yes, we only poke fun when we are having tea."

"We don't even drink tea." I told my dad. No one in my family liked tea. The table just laughed it off.