Yeah, I’m sure you are.
I’m told that you should never compare twins (or any siblings for that matter) because it could lower their self- esteem. But in the interests of science, I present you with these facts:
Jessica
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Chris
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Difference
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Age
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Just this side of 5
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Just this side of 5
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They are twins, after all.
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Height
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Not so much
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Not so much
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They see eye to eye
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Chest
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Huggable
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Bear Huggable
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Girls are more delicate
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Weight
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One arm liftable
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I don't think so
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Well, boys are heavier
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Head Circumference
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46cm | 50cm | You can work it out |
One day my children will surely read these blogs so I need to choose my words carefully. I don’t want this to turn around and bite me in the bum one day …
My dear boy, what a big pip you have!
The other day the kids found my helmet from my racing days in the closet, and of course had to play “dress-up”. Needless to say, when Jess wore the helmet, you could spin her around in it. Chris was another story. Snug fit, it was. In fact, when I tried to yank it off, I lifted him clean off the ground. But in fairness to poor old Chris, the strap was still on.
We’re all watching the RWC at the moment, and the kids are getting into it. Courtney was devastated when Australia lost to Ireland last week. Weren’t we all? Well, my mates in SA weren't, I suppose. Anyway, I’m trying to sow the seed with my boy : “So, Chris, do you reckon you might play rugby one day? It’s the sport they play in heaven, you know”.
Wearing his green Springbok jersey (given to him by his Aunty Emma, who still has allegiance to the bokke … get with the program Em!), he replies “Yep, I’ll play for the yellow team”.
Good for you, my boy. I’d steer clear of the tight head prop position though.
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