Yesterday, the boys (13 and 9) came bounding into my room holding hands (in a manly fashion) and jumping up and down yelling, "Matching pants! We are wearing matching pants!" And the younger adds helpfully, "And we didn't even know it!"
They proceed to put on shoes and grab machetes and head off into the woods for about an hour.
Then today, the older, Jake, makes quesadillas for breakfast, offers the last one to his brother and they decide to play Neverwinter Nights 2 together over team speak. They encounter an enemy and have a dance-off, then Jake says, "I can bluff the enemy, what do you have?" Ben says, "I can bluff the enemy, too!" Jake considers for a minute and says, "Hey, let's bluff the enemy!" Ben agrees and they proceed.
We have scouts this afternoon, our last meeting until fall, and they discuss dressing the same again, but Ben says, "No, let's be different because someone might think we are twins." Um, yeah.
Then he launches into his favorite recent 'twin' story. He and Chandler (11) have been mistaken for twins since he was about 6 months old-never mind that she was over 2 by then and walking. Well, about 3 months ago we were at a restaurant and the server asked how old the kids were. I said, "9 and 11" She said, "Oh, are they twins?" hehehe!
