Today was Molly and Nora’s 10th birthday. Hard to believe my girls are into the double digits.

My Sis called tonight to wish them a happy birthday and when Nora was done talking she said something that stopped me in my tracks. She asked Sis if she would “like to talk to the other twin”. Her exact words. Not would you like to talk to Molly, or my sister, but “the other twin”.

Roberta didn’t even bat an eye when she said it I guess they’ve been saying it back and forth off and on lately. They hear it from so many other people that they’ve started saying it themselves.

I just can’t get it out of my head. It’s almost as if their individualism has been stripped away. They’re not Molly and Nora, but one of the twins. I suppose I might get used to it, or it may be a phase that goes away. I just don’t like it. I’ll have to watch my tongue if I hear other people refer to them that way. I might be tempted to “correct” them in the way they address the girls. 

I can be a protective dad. It’s allowed.

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