It occurred to me today at the YMCA, while I was nursing Will and Reid was being cuddled by the receptionist at the front desk, that I get way more help with my 4 kids because I have twins. If we had 4 kids but single-file, I think we would just get dirty looks. Like, “why on earth did those people have so many children?? Are they religious fanatics? Were they just TRYING for a girl?” Because obviously the only good rationale for having more than the average 2.3 children is an attempt to achieve the classic American one girl and one boy followed by tubal ligation. In fact, there is a Vogan Myth I have overheard multiple times in which we were “just trying one more time for a girl but then ended up with identical twin boys! The irony!” We were “allowed” to try one more time for our girl, and since we got twins, the fourth child isn’t really “our fault” and we can therefore be excused and pitied for our many children.
At the Children’s Museum, I was carrying Reid in my baby backpack and watching Adrian while my mom and a friend had the other 2 boys. A woman saw me talking to Adrian and asked, “Are they both yours? My, you have your hands full.” Yes…but that is not all…should I tell her the whole truth? What would you do if your mother asked you?