Twins are the celebrities of grocery stores and shopping malls. They draw out random women and googly-eyed grandmas that will literally jump in front of a double stroller to get a chance to “ooh” and “ah” over my small matching humans.

They seem to see something that I don’t. Perhaps I have lost the excitement of twins. That or the adrenaline has worn off and I’m just sore and tired.

It happened again today. I was shopping with the boys nestled in their double stroller, which actually means that I am trying to find the perfect center of the aisle so neither of them can reach the shelves.

This takes skill and concentration and that’s probably why she found us.

I glance up and notice a woman at the other end of the aisle. She had stopped dead and was staring at us. I’ve seen this before and I braced myself for the inevitable conversation that is rushing my way.

“Oh my god, twins! Are they identical?”

I’m not sure why people ask this question. Are identical twins the better version of twins? My boys are fraternal and it is pretty obvious, even down to hair color.

“No, they are not,” I say with a smile that I hope hides my disbelief that she couldn't tell.

“I love their matching clothes. Did you do that on purpose?”

“Nope, sure didn’t. Didn’t even notice they were still wearing clothes. I’m lucky if they have diapers on.”

I can’t help but reply sarcastically at this point. But if I’m honest, twins wear matching clothes for only two reasons.

You can just buy two of everything. Half the shopping time. It is easier to keep track of where they are when they are wearing the same thing. It's not about making them look cute its about convenience.

“Do they have a special bond because they shared a womb?”

What? Sorry, they’re three. The only special bond they have is an equal passion for stealing each other’s toys and beating each other with said toys.

“Not that I’ve noticed yet,” I reply, still using the same smile, but with less confidence that it’s working.

And here comes the final big statement. The one that can’t help but say.

“If I ever have kids, then I’m going to have twins because it would be so much easier and way more fun.”

*sigh*

I smile and nod, unable to speak due to my imploding thoughts.

I am equal parts confused by her misunderstanding of how you get pregnant with twins while simultaneously trying to not reveal that having two kids at once does not make parenting easier. As the father of these duel tornados, I should know.