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One of the stories my twin sister and I like to tell is that neither my mother nor her doctor had any idea she was going to have twins until a nurse in the delivery room looked down and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, there's another one!"
A friend to whom I told this story remarked, "Wow! How old were you when this happened?"
Around the beginning of the school year, my sister was talking to a guy in her history class. Apparently the same guy was in my English class but didn't realize there were two of us. He came up to my sister and said, "Hi Sarah."
My sister corrected him. "No, I'm Jennifer."
He got really confused and asked, "Well, how come they call you Sarah in English class?"
If I had a nickel for every time someone pulled something like this on my sister and me....
One of my favorite exchanges about being a twin happens every now and again. It goes like this:
I have twins that are five months old. Once I was talking to a young man, maybe 19 or 20, who looked at my babies and asked if I had two boys or two girls. I replied, "Oh, they're a boy and a girl."
"I thought they were twins?"
"They are!" I answered, and then I had to explain that, yes, this was possible. He couldn't seem to grasp the difference between fraternal and identical twins.
Finally he asked, "Are you sure?"
When I was in college, I was working for a savings and loan as a security guard at night. One evening, my identical twin brother stopped by, and one of my not-so-bright co-workers was amazed:
He was not joking.