I was at school today dropping off the boys and we had all kinds of drama. Someone had smelled gas around 7:30 and called the fire dept. There were three enormous fire trucks that K&O&I watched. I held them up to look in side; they loved it.
Everyone was hanging around back waiting for the all clear and I met another father whom I had not met before. Heather sometimes gets comments like the following, but I rarely do. The conversation went like this (every one knows K&O of course):
Father: Which one is this, Kyle or Owen?
Me: This one is Kyle – his face is a little longer than Owen’s.
Father: Oh. They’re twins, right? I have twins – you have my sympathy! [jokingly]Me: Oh, yeah – no kidding – how old are your twins?
Father: 7…
Me: Oh wow – Kyle and Owen are 3….
Father: Wow – 3??? – they are huge. I can’t imagine what your wife went through!
I pause, not sure exactly how to respond.
Me: They’re adopted.
Father: Ah, ok. My other son is adopted too.