A buddy of mine, I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name, is the grandfather of two year old twins. Now I've never seen the toddlers, but in recent conversation I asked how they were doing. "Fine, just great. Mrs. Cloyce and I baby sit them all the time."
"Cool. Is it hard to tell them apart?"
Cloyce grinned. "Not at all. One's a boy and one's a girl."
It didn't occur to me they might be paternal twins. Cloyce got a laugh out of it though.
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