I looked out the window to see who was actually driving the car that she thought was my big brother. But of course, it wasn't my big brother.
It was my little brother.
The other day Kelly and I were herding our children into the gym when a lady looked at us and asked, "twins?" "Yes," we both answered and rambled about how two of the six are, etc. She said, "I knew you were twins, I always see you working out together."
Kelly and I also started our new job (which deserves a whole blog in itself). Kelly has worked there before and knows the people in the office, but I haven't. I walked in and the office gal said, "Hi Kelly."
It happens all the time, but it's always funny, and I love telling people who think we are twins that we are five years apart.
The other day we were having FHE at my Dad's. My aunt told me she looked up the stairs and saw me standing there and said, "What's Cami doing here?" Because she thought I was Cami.
Then a couple days ago, Allie took this picture and I thought I looked so much like Cami.
Maybe someday, I will be a triplet.