Mid-April, 2010. St. George, Utah, Target parking lot. On a date with my 8 & 1/2 year old daughter, we're looking for a parking space when she makes an observation.
Curly: Mom, look! Twins!
~j.: Oh yeah? Where?
Curly: Right there, and they're grownup twins!
~j.: Oh? [sees them] Oh. Um, they're not twins, Honey.
Curly: But they're dressed the same, and their hair is the same.
~j.: Yeah, but they're not twins. In fact, what that means is that they're married to the same man.
~j.: Yep. That's what that means. Almost like a uniform.
Curly: Both those ladies have just one husband together?
~j.: Yes. What do you think of that?
Curly: Ew. That's weird.
~j.: I agree.