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The Fickle Twin Princesses

As I get ready for the girls' fifth birthday, I reflect on the evolution of their taste. You think that identical twins would like the same foods, the same toys and the same clothes, but we have found over the years that is far from true. 

Before the girls were born, we were concerned about mixing them up. We knew that they would have plenty of things to make them "therapy ready", and we didn't want mixed identity added to the list. We randomly chose to put Twin R in pink and Twin S in purple. After they were born, we kept the dress code in affect. Even when they were babies, we usually dressed them in coordinating outfits more than identical ones. Of course, we did the same outfit stuff and the pics are so cute, but that was just for fun. Even today, Twin R calls pink her "first color". Our friends all know that the twin in Pink is Twin R. Twin S was the purple girl and then when she was three, decided that teal blue was her new favorite color. Even today, the girls don't want to dress alike and they have labeled all the clothes in their closet as theirs or their sister's. They refuse to cross those lines, "that is not my dress."

As far as toys go, they have always liked different things. In the rare case that they wanted the same toy, they did what all sister do; fight and pull hair. When they were two, we gave them each one baby panda and one white tiger stuffed animals. It evolved into Twin R taking both pandas and Twin S taking both white tigers. At three, Twin S loved Dora and Diego, while Twin R loved Strawberry Shortcake. When they turned four, Twin S loved Jake and the Neverland Pirates and Twin R was more Sofia the First. Irony aside, they alternated watching their TV shows and we taught them how to take turns.  They even bargained with each other, "we'll watch Jake first and then Sofia" and although neither of them preferred to watch their show second, they usually moved on very quickly. 

When we went to Disney World, Twin R was Tinkerbell and carried a Tinkerbell doll. Twin S was Cinderella, but carried a Woody doll.

It seems in the last few months, their interests have changed much faster and have finally gotten in sync.  Lately, Twin S has been wanting to wear pink too and they both love My Little Pony, Equestria Girls, and are absolutely crazy about the Disney movie Frozen. They want the same toys and want to watch the same TV shows which makes it easier for everyone. Don't really like breaking up those knock-down, screaming brawls.

Last month, I asked the girls what they wanted for their birthday. They asked for two different Disney princess dolls and some My Little Pony ponies, so I went shopping.

 After they saw the movie Frozen, their previous requests were voided and they requested Frozen toys. Freaking really?!? So no Equestria Girl dolls? Twin R likes to be the bossy one, and told Twin S, "Gurl, (yes, they call each other Gurl) you get the Anna doll and I'll get the Elsa doll. Then we can share." Usually Twin S lets her run the show, but not this time. She responded, "No. I want Elsa." Twin R got upset that the order had been disrupted and was mad that both of the Frozen sisters were not going to be represented. In her mind, Anna and Elsa were sisters and of course sisters needed to play with sisters.

I had to step in and tell them both that it was perfectly fine to like the same things and it they both had Elsa, then the dolls could be twins just like them. 

I am glad the toy drama is lessening, but now I got to go back to Target.
 I have some toys to exchange.


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