With all of the things I should be worrying about in regards to twins (financial ruin, c-section, the dorkiness factor of owning a minivan, etc) the thing that has been troubling me the most lately is mixing them up.
Suppose there is a mix-up at some point and they go through life as the wrong twin? What if I feed one twice and forget to feed the other? It's all too complicated for this simple girl.
Since it's been on my mind, I brought it up at lunch...with the three year old. I asked him how he thinks we can tell them apart.
He informed me rather matter of factly that it will be easy since "Sabrina is fresh and Addison is not." I asked him (in language more suitable for a preschooler, but essentially meaning the same thing), "Who the hell are Sabrina and Addison?" He replied, "Sabrina and Addison are our twin babies and Sabrina is VERY fresh so we will always know who she is."
HUH?
This is bizarre on many levels.
A - The babies could be boys or girls and he has no way of knowing which they are (other than his penis theory from the last blog entry).
B- While our name selections are a secret, I assure you that neither Sabrina nor Addison were ever discussed as options.
C-Aside from a Sabrina that was in his toddler class 2 years ago (who btw is not "fresh"), we have never encountered a Sabrina or an Addison.
So should you come in contact with the Boy and he talks about our twin babies Sabrina and Addison do not assume you have broken the gender or name barrier and are privy to any type of secret. You are simply being played by the creative mind of a big brother in waiting.
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