Or, on second thought--do. Then you'll have something to laugh about later.
When Brad and I discovered that we were having twin girls, we vowed not to dress them alike.
At first, I think it was because we feared not being able to tell them apart. Then, it became about wanting them to be individuals, and treating them as such.
Two Sundays ago, it was a gorgeous day, so we decided to take the girls to the park.
As we were swinging, I could see it coming. She was smiling in our direction, she wanted to get our attention. And then, the question.
Lady: Are they twins?Ugh! For whatever reason, I was not feeling particularly gracious that day. I pasted a fake grin on my face while my husband, graciously, answered:
Yes.He's so good at being succinct.
But, the lady wasn't satisfied, she had to comment:
Good thing you had a boy and a girl.My fake grin is now gone, and I'm glaring. Brynne and Hadley both had pink on, and their cute little Pedipeds.
Again, my gracious husband to the rescue:
Actually, they are both girls.
Lady: Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't see their shoes.As we're walking away, I tell Brad that I guess it's not a "good thing" anymore since we didn't have a boy and a girl. Really?! What kind of a comment is that?!
We walk around the corner, to get away from that lady, and we are
It was like Groundhog Day. Sonny and Cher's, I Got You Babe, was cuing up again.
Lady: Are they twins?
Gracious husband: Yes
Lady: A boy and a girl?Are you kidding me?! I think I might have audibly groaned.
Gracious husband: Two girls.
Lady: They are so beautiful (at least she felt bad about calling my daughter a boy!)___________________________________________________
The next day I had to go to Target to get a few things. I decided, against our vowing and my I will nevers, that I would dress the girls identically.
I did this because, I just couldn't be gracious to one. more. person. who asked me if my two daughters, who are, clearly, the same age and size, are twins. AND, if this, well meaning, probably an old grandma, so much as thought that one of them was a boy, I might have punched her.
So, there you have it. I caved. My girls were twinkies for a day. And you know? It wasn't so bad.