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SERIOUSLY?!

I think child birth in general helps a woman get over any modesty they may possess. At least it did for me. Being a mother of twins has forced me into more weird conversations than I ever thought possible. And forced me to share more about myself with complete strangers than I ever imagined. I have become accustom to answering questions about the boys. Every once and a while I get asked a question that makes me pause. I get asked whether they are twins, identical or fraternal, boys or girls, whose the oldest, etc. One woman asked me how many minutes apart they were. She didn't know what to say when I said "27 minutes." I didn't go into the details of why they were so far apart. Another woman asked me as she was checking me out in a grocery store if I was still with the father. "Um, well...ah...yes." She then went on to say how much that must help me. 
Today was no different. I was thrown for a loop. I took the boys to the mall. Seriously to get just one thing. Of course that didn't happen. As I was buying a new bra at the first store the cashiers were commenting on how cute Shrek and Donkey were and asking if they were twins. Then the conversation goes like this....I can't make this up people.
Cashier: They don't look much alike. Are they identical?
Me: No, they are fraternal.
Cashier: Oh, so you released two eggs when you conceived them instead of it splitting?
Me: Uh, um, ah, yeah. That's what happened.
Cashier: Is that real common? 
Me: I don't really know.
Cashier: Was is spontaneous or do you have twins in your family? I don't have any twins in my family.
Me: Uh, well, I have twins in my family. My dad was a twin. 
Cashier: Wow, I hope I have twins. I wonder if there is anything you can do to make your body drop 2 eggs. Did you do anything?
***Carter starts screaming and the conversation ends.***Thank God!!***

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