My sister and I were one year old and it was mid December. My mom and dad were invited to a "Multiples Parents" holiday party. Parents of twins, triplets, etc, brought their children all dressed up in matching outfits (well, at least my mom did) and probably gushed over how cute and look-a-likeish everyone was. My mom had the two of us dressed and ready to go and put us down for our naps. My mom was off to the party and my dad was going to come later. All he had to do was wait for us to wake up and then come to the party (and bring us, of course).
A few hours later, my dad arrived to the party with the two of us. My mom looked at us and exclaimed, "Paul! What happened to their cute outfits? Why did you change them? Ugh...and what's that smell?"
"Well..."
My dad had walked into our room when he heard we were awake, and to his surprise, we were covered in poop. Natalie had taken off her diaper and thrown it into my crib. It landed on my head. My had to quickly bathe me and changed both of our outfits.
Thanks to my sister, I was the smelly one for the rest of the night. My parents tried to avoid letting people hold me at the party so they wouldn't have to suffer my stench. Twin sisters. They'll get the best of ya. Even when you're one.
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