My twins are already 4 years old. When we fed them with a bottle, one at a time, holding them in our hands, the feeding would take from 45 minutes to an hour. Being half asleep, I fed one kid, put him down, grabbed another bottle, and forgot which kid I had already fed. I’m pretty sure one kid got fed twice a couple of times, while the other stayed hungry. © Peko1One / Reddit
I’m a mom of identical twin girls. They’re 12 years old now, so it’s pretty easy to tell who’s who just by their mannerisms, posture, and the way they speak. Side note: It’s important to remember there’s always an evil twin, so just look for the sign of the devil. Kidding. But one of my girls did keep a dead caterpillar as a pet for 6 months when she was 3 years old. She kept him in a small jewelry box. What was his name? Dead Caterpillar. © ksanzi / Reddit
I recently became the father of 2 princesses at once. Once, I was walking with a double stroller in a small park near our house on autopilot because of another sleepless night of trying to put the babies to sleep. In the area around this park, there are a lot of health centers for elderly people, and the alley, our favorite place for walking, is located right among these buildings. My daughters had already fallen asleep, and I was slowly walking with only one thought in my head, “If only the children would sleep for at least 3 more minutes!” Then I noticed that 3 old ladies were walking toward me. When they got closer to my stroller, 2 out of 3 old ladies got possessed by the devil, and they started yelling about how lucky I was, what a happy father I was, and other stuff like that. My children started to move in their sleep and I had already started to hate these ladies, but the situation was fixed by the third lady. She said one simple phrase, “Shhh, come on! If you had this happiness, you wouldn’t be in the hospital, but would have to be at home helping with the children.” I am grateful to you, you smart adult woman, it is because of you that my daughters slept that day. © Ququmber63 / Pikabu
When I gave birth to my first daughter, they put her on my chest, and I, smiling blissfully, began to examine her. When her twin (my second daughter) was born, my expression slightly startled the midwife. After I mumbled, “I don’t understand,” the doctor became visibly nervous and asked, “Is there something wrong?” “Everything is alright,” — I said. I just didn’t think that they could be SO different."

20 Situations That Only the Parents of Twins Can Sympathize With