The fact that Tiny and Buba are twins is not something that we’ve spent a lot of time talking about with them. We certainly aren’t trying to keep this bit of information from them. Our neighbor is constantly calling them “the twins”, and whenever a stranger stops to ask “Are they twins?”, we always answer truthfully. But the concept of being twins has not been absorbed the way they’ve sponged up so many other words and phrases. And within the last few months, hubby (T) actually completely confused them to the point that I felt a tutorial was needed.
It started at dinner one night. Buba casually commented that both he and T had blue bowls for their ice cream. T responded by saying something like, “ Yes, we do! Mabye we’re twins!” and then gave a really goofy just kidding kind of laugh. But, of course, Tiny and Buba did not pick up on the silliness of it. And since then, they’ve been commenting, “Maybe we’re twins!” in all sorts of inaccurate situations (i.e. Tiny notices that both she and I have pony tails and giggles, “Maybe we’re twins!”).
T thought this was hilarious, but I was somewhat bothered by it. It just seemed like being twins was a concept that Buba and Tiny should be experts on. So I sat with them and explained it. I showed them our first sonogram, and explained that they both grew inside my belly at the same time before they were born. I told them that it was special that they shared the same birthday and were the same age, unlike their friends who have younger siblings. And I told them that those are the things that make two people twins, not the shirts they are wearing or the color of the cups they’re drinking from. It seemed so simple, and I had no doubt that they understood.
But this morning, Buba and Tiny both chose to wear their Iowa Hawkeye shirts. With a beaming smile, Tiny looked at me and exclaimed, “Look, he have a hawkeye and me have a hawkeye. Maybe we’re twins!” And it seemed there was nothing more I could say but, “Yes, my dear. You sure are!”