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For the love of God, my twins are GIRLS! I've come to the conclusion that most of the general public is color blind. Or do they do it on purpose? The girls are 14 months old and I've gotten use to the twin  "celebrity" status that comes along with taking twins out in public. Some days it can be a lot to handle, especially if I'm by myself with them. But most of time, I am fine with it. 

What I am not fine with is the 90% assumption that my girls are boys. My girls are most of time dressed in some shade of pink or purple, often sporting the girliest of attire, in a pink stroller and accompanied by a large PINK diaper bag! Sometimes I have to stop and look at the person to see if they are serious. And as they stand there waiting for my response, it's hard not to snap at them. Luckily I'm a pretty patient person and have learned to handle it, but I almost think we need to carry a sign that says, "Before you ask my mom, we are girls. Now what is your next question?" 

Can I also just throw out there for moms everywhere, that it is highly inappropriate for you to touch my children, especially their head and face. What is with that? I've never had the urge to walk up to someone with a baby and stroke their face and head. Use some common sense people! Germs and little baby immune systems are not a good combination. 

Back to the topic on gender, if you are unsure what a child is, just simply comment with "Your little one is adorable" or "those twins are adorable". Anything along those lines will suffice. Or perhaps ask me what their names are. That's usually a good indicator. If you are still reading this, then I thank you for sticking with me during this vent session. How often do you encounter this with your little ones? And how do you handle it? 

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