Tick tock and it all changes
It amazes me how quickly things change. Growing up, my kids didn't know who was older. There was one minute between them - it's not like one is significantly older than the other. We had a system - A and M days. On A days, A would sit in the seat behind the driver (the one where they could still see things in the rear view mirror), push the grocery cart, whatever the thing was they tended to fight over - and it was the day she was oldest. The next day it was M's turn. It worked out nicely. Until we met the bitchy cashier in Target. I still don't like her. She asked all the usual questions: Are you twins? Are you fraternal? Do you think the same thoughts? And then there was the kicker: Who's oldest? We don't tell them that. Well, that's stupid. It's obvious who's older. It's HER! (pointing to A). Bitch! This started us down the bad road. They wanted to know the truth. ...