Being part of a twin is the greatest coincidental curse one has to live with. The best part is to make two-liner jokes about it:
– “So you guys are twins?”
“Eh, no, actually, I was there first, that was until I noticed that he was there too”.
– “So are you twins or what?”
“I was actually looking for my triplet brother”.
– “So who is better in math, you or him?”
“We’re both as fast”
– “Twins huh. You look smaller though.”
“Yes, that’s because he pushed me out before it was actually my time.”
– “Twins huh. You look smaller though.”
“That’s because he stole my food when we were inside”.
– “You don’t look like twins!”
“What would you look like if you were put in solitary confinement with somebody else for 8 months?”
– “Are you the oldest one?”
“No, my sister is”
– “Where is your brother?”
“Am I my brother’s keeper?”
– “You should switch seats and see what the teacher thinks!”
“Brilliant idea! Do we have to wear the same clothes too then?”