every time i go out with the twins i hear 3 things. from smart people. people who, well, who could, at minimum, tell you that although peaches and bananas are fruit, they are not the same fruit. see where this is going?
stranger: twins! and you are out of the house already???
stranger: a boy and a girl? you are so clever!
and it never freaking fails, followed by this…
stranger: are they identical?
me: insert blank stare. i would slap my forehead at this point, but i think that might be rude.