All of us were at PetSmart a couple days ago when someone asked me the usual "are they all yours?" question (as my children were racing around like banshees).
Me: "Yes." then:
Me: "Lizzy and Gracie! Do NOT climb on the cat playhouses! Yes, I think it would be cool to have one our size as well."
Other Person: "Well, how many ages are they?"
Silent Me: What in the world??? Ohhh...I think I get it.
Me: "Well, the oldest is 7. Johnny. We do NOT climb in dog crates. These three are 4, and the littlest is 1 1/2."
Other Person: "Are the 4 year olds triplets?"
Silent Me: Be kind. Be kind. Be kind.
Me: "Yeah, ummm...yes. Yes they are."
Other Person: "But one of them is a boy! How did that happen?"
Me: "Well [deep breath], isn't that funny!? God just decided to make one a boy. I suppose that happens sometimes. Sort of strange, isn't it?"
Awkward staring at each other
Me: "Hmm...okay then! Annie?? Hey guys!! Where is your sister?!?!"
Honestly. I get this sort of stuff all the stinkin' time.
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Just getting caught up on your blog, and I am laughing so hard at this. "How did that happen?" I think I would launch into a long explanation about biology and eggs until they never ever asked another person another question ever again.
My twin brother and I STILL get asked if we're identical...all the time!! Crazy people!
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