For those who know me, and might actually read this, I am the proud father of twin girls. They can be a handful at times (just ask my wife) but they are also the biggest joy in my life.

Today, K (I’ll call them K and M) woke up from her nap early and managed not to wake up her sister, with her usual, “Wake up sissy! Wake up!” routine. So I decided to take K with me to run a few errands – shop for some hiking shoes, stop at Costco, and run by the grocery store. I love the little outings like this because it allows me to spend time with the girls one on one and they are also usually more well behaved when the other is not around to scheme with

After the stop at REI we drove to Costco and I put K into the cart.

“Where sissy sit?” she asked.

I tried to explain that M was still at home sleeping, but she just didn’t get it. She kept asking, “where sissy sit?” It wasn’t until then that I realized how little time they spend apart from each other. And K, being the older sister, has always been concerned with “sissy” – wondering where she’s going to sit, if she has something too, etc.

Then, as if to drive the point home ever further, after we were done with Costco she turned to me and said, “I miss sissy. I miss sissy so much”

I about died! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!

I always think of the girls as “normal” and never really think about the unique situation they’re in being twins. I guess if I spent every waking moment (and sleeping ones too) with someone, I would probably miss them after 30 minutes apart. Or maybe I wouldn’t, and that’s what makes kids so much better than us adults.