Friday, September 17, 2010
They're Really Not Twins, No I'm serious, They're Not
Why do I bother telling you this? Because it's becoming such a large part of my life. Initially, about a year ago, when people occasionally asked me this question I enjoyed the extra attention, but now that Emma has exactly caught up with Hannah's height and looks, the frequent questions are beginning to become a real bother.
On the way out of the doctor's office I was greeted by a mother of two young boys. Looking at me with Toby on one hip and Hannah and Emma following me, the mother's jaw dropped and she exclaimed, "Twins! How do you do it?!" "Well," I began my usual speech, "They're actually 18 months apart." A look of utter disbelief followed, then the usual eye dance, then a near exact replica of the previous conversation with the nurse.
On the way home we had to stop at Wal-Mart and Meijer. I don't usually attempt three consecutive errands with three small children, but I was desperate this morning. All throughout the isles of Wal-Mart people stared at my adorable twin girls, and yet another stranger initiated the familiar conversation, "Oh, how sweet, are they twins?"
At Meijer I had barely made it past the shop-lift-guard-disguised-as-greeter when another lady smiled broadly at me, "Twins! They're so cute!" By this time I was in a race to grab a few groceries and make it through the check-out before Toby declared war on the safety belt, so I simply smiled back and said, "Yeah, it's a real challenge!" The lady laughed,"I bet!" and was about to go on her way when Hannah announced, "We're NOT twins! I'm four and Emma's only three!" "I fwee!" Emma chimed in. Oops...caught, and another two minutes down the drain trying to explain that I am also astounded by their adorable similarity in size and looks despite their age difference.