For 10 days of every year, my brother and I are the same age. I say we are twins during this short window in time. My daughter tells me that I don’t understand the meaning of the word “twin”.
However, I disagree. I mean, obviously, we look freakishly alike. We share the same humor (twisted). We enjoy similar taste in books, music and have actually found that we do similar things at the same time, without talking to one another about it.
For instance, a few years ago I started riding a stationary bike and reading some of the classic books that I never read in school, despite the assignments (sorry Mrs. Washler). The next time we were together, my brother mentioned that he’d started riding a stationary bike and reading the classics that he actually DID read in school. He wanted to re-read them because they were so great the first time (teacher’s pet). We both were reading the same books, in almost the same order, at almost the exact same time!
Freaky, right? But the similarities don’t end there:
- We were both born on presidents’ birthdays: Todd was born on Abraham Lincoln’s birthday and I was born on George Washington’s.
- Todd plays the guitar and sings. I play the radio and hum along.
- Todd skydives. I look up at planes that pass overhead.
- People like Todd. People I know tell me that they also like Todd.
- Todd is artistic. I visit museums.
- Todd used to own a pickup truck. I want to own a pickup truck.
We couldn’t be any more alike if we tried. Like I said, and despite my daughter’s protests, we are almost twins!