> Whenever my sister and I go somewhere and we meet someone new, this conversation usually happens.
>
> Us: Oh, by the way, we're twins.
>
> Person: No way! You don't look like twins.
>
> Us: (agigtated at hearing that remark for the 80 billionth time) We're fraternal twins.
>
> Person: What does 'fraternal' mean.
>
> Us: It means we're not identical.
>
> Person (to me): When's your birthday?
>
> Me: September 16.
>
> Person (to my sister): When is your birthday?
>
> My sister: September 16th.
>
> Person: Hey! You have the same birthday!
>
> (At this point in the conversation I am resisiting the urge to strangle this person)
>
> Us: Yeah, that's why we're twins.
>
> Person: What's it like, being twins?
>
> Us: What's it like, not being a twin?
>
> There may be a total of four people who I haven't had this conversation with, excluding my family.

I think I've mentioned this before, but when I was about five and my brother was two, folks thought that he was a girl because of his long, wispy hair and that I was a boy because I always wore pants and I had sort of a long "muffin" type hairdo (more of a very short bob, really). Our voices also sounded *exactly* alike. We used to have great fun fooling Mom about which of us was talking.

La"no longer gets mistaken for her brother"Zorra