It's All Relative. Except That They Are The Same Age.

I know I've mentioned that I don't use the term twins hardly ever. But it came to my realization the other day that maybe I should educate Sebi as to just what exactly twins are, being that he will be in a school which will probably mention to him on more than one occasion that he is the big brother of twins.

Gabriel uses a pacifier. He is my only child that ever has. Homer sucks his thumb. He is my only child that ever has. And there you have it, I have three unique, completely different boys that have their own God-made plans that I can neither change nor wish anything other for them.

Yesterday, Homer was being a little ham like he tends to be often, and he found one of Gabriel's pacifiers and put it in his mouth. I kid you not, he knew not how to suck it, he just held it there between his teeth showing everyone as if to say, "do you see that this is not normal for me? isn't this funny?" And it was.

But then, Sebi said,

"Homer! That's Gabriel's mah-moy! (our word for his paci) That's silly. Don't worry, Homer. Some day you'll grow up and you'll be able to use a mah-moy just like Gabriel!"



Let's all remember for Sebi's sake that Gabriel is in the 95th percentile for height, while Homer barely makes the 50th.



But, I really should explain how they have the same birthday some time soon.