Except they get their shots from a pediatrician, and not a vet

I love how different my girls are. We knew from the moment we first saw Allison that she was definitely different from her sister. Every time I looked at her I had to laugh because of the insane amount of dark hair on her head!

And Lauryn had almost white blonde hair up until close to her second birthday. Along with her fair skin and light eyes, she was like a little porcelain doll.

Here are my babies at just around 12 months old:

I love how they are different. We could see their little personalities from day one and they are still unique! But they really love to play together and make each other laugh. They sound exactly the same when they cry, and they make a lot of the same facial expressions, especially as they get older.

So yesterday we went into a shoe repair shop to have some of Brent's shoes reheeled.

It was one of those shops where you walk in and you realize that the employees are more concerned with finishing their discussion than acknowledging that you have just walked in and are standing at the counter. Two feet away from them.

So I politely waited for the woman to finish telling her male co-worker about her cousin's car battery and how he planned on getting to work the next day.

Fascinating.

Finally she asked if she could help me.

No, no. We just like to walk around in various shoe repair shops and smell the leather. We'll be out of your way in just a minute.

I explained our need for new heels, and she began working up an invoice on her computer.

The girls were behaving nicely, sitting side by side in a little chair next to the wall.

Lady: "Are they sisters???"

Me: "Yes."

Lady: *Stunned silence with mouth hanging open*

Me: Trying to fill the akward silence, "Yep....They sure are.... They're sisters."
Lady: "You're kidding me!"

Me: Um, no. Oddly enough, I am not making a joke.

Lady: "They don't look NOTHIN' alike!"

Me: "Well, one favors me, and the other looks more like her daddy."

Lady: "REALLY???!??!?!?!?" (She's looking at me like I have snakes dancing out of my ears.)
Me: "Yes".
Should we get into a genetics lesson or just leave it alone...hmmm

Lady: "Well, that's just like my two dogs. They are completely different."

Me: "Really."

Lady: "Oh, yes!" "One is light colored and comes when I call her, and the other is fat and lazy and just eats and sleeps all day."
Me: *My turn for the stunned silence*

Lady: "I told my vet, he didn't know what he was talking about. There is no way these two dogs is sisters."

Me: "Yes, I know what you mean."

What?!?
Lady: "So see, they are just like people! Two sisters can be different!"

So in summary, her two dogs are exactly the same as my two children.

I gathered up the girls and we started out the door. As we walked outside, before the door closed, I heard her exclaim to her co-worker, "I can't believe they are sisters!! I thought she was just babysittin' one of them!"

I'm really considering having Brent go pick up his own shoes when they're ready.

*Edited: And sorry for the weird spacing of the paragraphs. I can't get this thing to work today, and it's making me crazy!