Taking the kids out in public kinda seems like we are part of a freak show. People stare, point, and feel the need to come up and talk to us. We might as well have hot pink mohawks and tattoos all over our faces. It's weird. I sort of experienced the same thing when I was pregnant when a stranger found out I was having twins. It wasn't as bad though since they were under a layer of skin and most people didn't assume that there were two buns in the oven. Now though, we can't hide them and we have to answer the dumbest questions over and over! "Are those twins?" NO! One is ours and the other one we bought at Walmart! "Are they identical?" YES! We just chose to dress one up as a girl and one up as a boy! I guess it's something that Brent and I will have to get used to...
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You missed your calling: be a writer! You make me laugh.. Mee
I was about to say the same thing. You crack me up Heath!
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