Monday, November 12, 2007

...but it probably never happened with Minneapolis and St. Paul

I wonder how many identical twins end up with the same name as the one they were assigned at birth. I know that if I had twins, at least some point in that first year I'd be giving the kids a bath and realize: "Aw crap, which one's Timmy again? Is he the one with the little freckle on his chin, or is that Jumaine? I've gotta figure this out before I put on their color-coded jammies. Eanie, meanie, miney, mo... Okay freckle-chin, looks like you're Jumaine. Let's get you into the blue shirt."

It must happen.