Twin day without a twin

Today was twin day at Logan’s (8) elementary school. Let me preface this story by saying that I HATED twin day. Twin day is the one day a year when the fact that I had no friends was shamefully exposed. Twin day is misery when all the twins are taken.

But, this wasn’t my twin day, it was Logan’s. So when he bounced down the stairs in his basketball shorts and skater tank (in the middle of winter), I asked him who his twin was.

He replied, “No one wanted to be my twin today.”

I said, “Those little a-holes need to be smacked.” Ok, I didn’t say that. I told Logan that “Some kids are so special and unique that others don’t understand and don’t know how to treat them.” Because Logan doesn’t follow the crowd, he gets left out and picked on.

I told him that “One day the right people will understand you and realize how cool you are.” He seemed to agree and I seemed to be talking to 8-year-old Danielle.

I asked him if he’d rather just join the crowd and do what everyone else does so he’d have more friends. He said, “No way! I like who I am. I don’t want to change because someone doesn’t like me.”

As he hopped out of my car (the kid’s always hopping or jumping), I said, and I’m paraphrasing, “Don’t let those a-holes bring you down!”

He replied, “I never do!”

God, I wish I was like him when I was 8.


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