It never fails. Ever since Noah was three month old I have not been able to go out in public with both of the boys and not get asked at least once if they are twins. I am seriously thinking about getting little flyers printed up to hand out to the sweet little old ladies that want to hear about how I have little boys so close in age. This is the conversation I have at least 10 times a week:
Sweet Old Lady: What cute boys! Are they twins?
Julie: No, they are brothers but not twins.
SOL: They look so close in age! How old are they?
J: Charlie is almost two and a half and Noah is 18 months.
SOL: (counting months in her head)
J: That would make them about nine and a half months apart.
SOL: (Giving me a THIS GIRL IS CRAZY, befuddled look)
J: Well, Noah was two months early, so they were supposed to have a few more months between them.
SOL: Bless your heart (this is what southern ladies say when they don’t have anything nice to say)
I think I am just going to start saying “yes they are twins” and make my life a whole lot easier, and have to explain myself a lot less!
Well, you have my permission to lie to SOL because you know I would say they were twins!! ha!! A couple of things-
ReplyDeleteI love that you used to word "befuddled". You so totally rock. I love that you abbreviated Sweet Old Lady "SOL" I hear "SOL" and think something totally different! And I love the Bless your heart comment. You are so funny. I love your blog!