Sunday night Adam, me and the twins went to Costco to grab a few things. While debating over what type of bread Jack would like more, a man came up to us from behind and goes, “Twins!” <duh> Adam remarked back, “Good observation!” What else does one say?! The man then said, “So, about 8, 9 months old?” We both laughed and he goes, “Oh, younger?” Nope… “They’re actually 14 months old. Preemies, and really small for their age.” Man: “Oh, wow. They’re really small.”
Other things we get asked and/or told on a regular basis:
- re: Sam, with nG: “What’s wrong with him?” (yes, I actually got asked this a few times. Not “what is the tube for?” But people actually asking what’s wrong with my baby).
- “In vitro?” <–Just out of the blue. No, they weren’t. And so what if they were?!
- “Twins… that must suck.” <– Actually, it’s quite awesome.
- “If they’re twins, why is he (Sam) so much smaller?”