Oh, the classic twin questions

Oh, the questions. I swear, Sam and I have heard it all.

But I guess we're looking at the situation from a biased perspective. If I was an only child or had been born without a partner in crime, I'd think looking at two similar-looking girls with the same birthday, last name and parents is weird, right? And then I might want to pepper them with questions. While I don't think the Army will be preoccupied with discovering these answers about Sam while she's overseas, it might be good to dispel some rumors for them now just in case.

The best is the classic, "So, who was born first?" I enjoy answering this a lot more than Sam, since though she is six feet tall, I am the older one by one minute--the best minute that ever was in this world.

Answer: I was.

And the average sibling one comes along pretty often, too. "Do you guys get along?" Why don't you instead ask that same exact question to the shark and one-armed surfer girl? Our answer will be similar to theirs.

Answer: It depends on what half-hour increment we're talking about.

And then here's our absolute favorite question that we get asked. "So, can you guys read each other's minds? Like sense when something is bothering the other one, even when you're really far away from each other?" (I swear, this question sounds specific, but is one of the most common questions we have been asked.)

Granted, I'm not sure how sex education is taught these days, but just to be clear, there is no new gene or DNA strand involved in the process giving us certain mental powers that other humans do not possess. Do we sometimes say the same thing at the same time? Yes. But can we read each other's minds? We wish, because if we could, that might have avoided hundreds of sisterly fights over the past 20 years. (That includes the six and a half months spent fondly in the womb.) I also might know why she likes to sleep so much and why she has seen the musical "Wicked" an insane amount of times, but she will forever remain alien-like to me in those respects.

Now the last thing we get told is not a question, but a very powerful statement to the testament of twinship.

"I wish I was a twin."

I have heard this from almost every person I have met, from people who have shockingly found out I have a twin and almost every person our age that sees Sam and I together. Usually, as awkward as it sounds, my response is, "No, you don't," followed by a lovingly, "Are you NUTS?"

Are you able to tolerate talking to your personal devil's advocate all of the time? Do you want to live with the same person you shared a uterus with? (Nine months is a long time to bond already.) Are you going to enjoy sharing your birthday? If you're up to the challenge, more power to you. Just be ready to answer the questions and take some mind-reading classes--you don't want to give twins' special powers a bad name, now do you?

 

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