I’ve always assumed identical twins must have an identity crisis at some point in life. None of my twins are identical. Taryn and John are boy/girl and the boys don’t look anything alike. Still, people confuse them all the time. I think they know they don’t look alike, they just don’t know who’s who.

It’s like not knowing which was Milli and which was Vanilli. Obviously.

(If you don’t understand that joke, you suck for being young.)

Jackson takes special offense to being confused with his brother. Their differences are always pointed out, “I weigh more, but Reese has a gianter head.” It’s an important distinction.

At a church dinner recently our friend Marty said, “Reese would you like cheese on your spaghetti?”

Jackson looked at her squarely and said, “No, I’m not Reese.”

Both the boys have recently gotten interested in playing with the iPad. It’s a good thing, since I never use it, which makes me feel guilty about buying it. If they use it, I can claim it was a wise investment.

Reese has a bad habit of chewing on the headphone cord. It’s gross. It also probably ruins the cords. He’s done it to every set of headphones in the house. He even got in my purse and got my headphones out, used them and gnawed them to bits.

I think he’s part hamster.

Also, I should pay more attention to them.

This morning, Reese asked if he could play with the iPad. I told him yes, but not with the headphones because he had ruined so many of them. In true Reese fashion he refused to play with the iPad and stomped off. (He showed me!)

A while later Jackson asked if he could play with “the big iPod.” Again, I said yes, but not with headphones because they were all ruined.

Jackson grabbed my cheeks, moved my face three inches from his and said, “Mom, I’m Jackson.”

As if I could ever forget that.

I let him use the headphones.