Overheard

At the park today, Quinn, Reagan and I were riding on the teeter totter.  I noticed a lady next to us with two small boys, and asked her if they were twins.  Sure enough, they were.  "Fraternal, four years old".  She told us.  What a coinkey-dink.  I told her I owned a pair of twins myself, and gestured towards Quinn.

"Are you an identical twin?" the lady asked my son.

"We used to be," Quinn said.

Uhhhhhhhh.......

"I grew out my hair, so we're not anymore."

Doesn't work that way, Quinn.  As much as you want it to.  Sorry.  You're stuck with your genetic code (same as your brothers') for life, boy.