The Joy of Twin

When you grow up as a twin, there are certain things you just get used to. Like the glassy-eyed stares, audible whispers and brazen finger pointing. For God’s sake people, we’re not Siamese.

It’s cool though. I mean, it kind of comes with the territory. We can work around it as long as you don’t do something stupid . . . like ask ignorant questions. For instance (and I’m not making this up):

“Can you read each other’s minds?”
“You wouldn’t happen to be twin brothers, would you?”
And my personal favorite:
“Are you two lovers?”

Let me say this once and for all. We are twins. We look alike. We sound alike. We act alike. And we probably kiss alike, but we’ll never know because WE DON’T MAKE OUT WITH EACH OTHER (that 69 thing in the womb was a total accident).

So please, all you inappropriate gawkers out there, do us a favor the next time you see us: use your inside voice instead. Heck, that’s what my twin brother and I do. In fact, he just used ESP to ask me out on a date.

Shelly