I dearly love taking pictures of my children in front of large menacing predators and tramplers. I promise there is no dark psychological undercurrent in my positioning them near, say, a giant jellyfish, stampeding elephant, grizzly bear, or T-rex. The most dangerous part of the museum this week was actually the 20 minutes I let both of the boys roam free of the stroller. Fluffy and I had a good chat about “wrangling the boys like they are cows and we are the cowgirls” before letting the twins loose on an unsuspecting world. Fluffy was incredibly helpful for which she earned a point toward her next Disney Store purchase.
A stranger said, “Great idea to dress the boys just like you so if you lose one, people will know who to give him back to!” Um, yeeeeah. That’s totally why I’ve been matching us. All this time it’s just been responsible parenting. I must say I’m impressed with my foresight.