photo by Sunday Fictioneer, Al.
The squabbling siblings needed a referee. Me. Everyone tells you the advantages of twins: built in playmates; co-operative with each other; just by the same outfit twice; twice as much love; twice as much fun etc., etc. Wonderful fantasies about life with twins. Mine came out of the womb fighting and haven’t stopped since.
There is nothing identical about them. They even try to have opposing facial expressions so they wouldn’t look alike. Somehow, I missed out being that loving mother with twin daughters who play nice and support each other.
I should write a book, “The Trouble with Twins,” go on Dr. Phil, GMA, etc. Could do book signings in exotic locations. A movie deal or a television show (or both). Wonder who’d play me?
But, for now, I’ll be the umpire, deciding whether it was a ball or a strike.
Mom, Mary Poppins blew in on the east wind.
Mom, Mary Poppins blew in on the west wind.
PS: I’m not the mother of twin girls! This is really a work of fiction.
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