Seriously. Berkely and I are accidental twins more than I'd like to admit. And yet I'm always surprised by it. I see the child leave the house- most of the time in clothes that I picked out. And somehow I manage to forget what he's wearing when I dress myself. Admittedly, I probably buy him clothes in the same colors that I wear (lots of greens, blues & pinks), so the chances are high that we will match on that alone. But still. Poor kid. He is going to be 17 and I'm going to walk out of my bedroom wearing the same thing he is! Ha!
While we're here, let's talk about how this is what 99% of our dinner dates look like these days. No complaints, but it is definitely different and a lot more quiet.