I always laughed last summer as I watched how my three kids approached others to play at the park.
“Hi,” one of my then three-year old twins would say, “What’s your name?”
The kid would respond with their name, before asking back, “What’s your name?”
Without missing a beat, the twin would respond with, “We’re Caden and Brooklyn and Nolan.”
Every time. They didn’t really take a break between the names, or make a distinction between the three of them. Just Caden-and-Brooklyn-and-Nolan like it was one word, all in the same breath.
I love that they think like that. That they have this bond together. Surely asking for one of their names is asking for all of their names, right? It would be simply unthinkable not to.
I’m used to having them all around me all the time. Having twins followed pretty quickly by a third, I had full arms right from the very start. Our house is rarely quiet as they run and chatter and fight and scream and sing. Usually at least one is underfoot while the other two are nearby. I’ve asked, “Why are we all occupying the same two-foot space when we live in a 2000-square foot house?” too many times to count, as I sit with one in my lap, another climbs up my back, and a third hovers an inch from my face.
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