Someone I met today was a mother to two children. She and her kids were hanging out, and they were really the most adorable children I've seen in a while. Her son was in a t-shirt and shorts with a closely shaved haircut, with a little baby fat on his cheeks and arms. His sister was only a few inches shorter than her, with the same pudgy cheeks and arms. Her curly hair was pulled taut and split into two neat buns on the top of her head.

"... Are they twins?"
"No... They're 4 and 5, but they like to tell everyone that!"
"Hahahahaha. My brother and I did the same thing except when we were much older. Most people who had known us since your kids age forgot we weren't twins because we were so convincing."

She and I had a good chuckle, watching as her two kids moved as a unit from station to station.

"The year age gap doesn't seem to make a difference for them. I think that's why they keep telling people they're twins."
"Yeah, when you're that close in age... You move together, do everything together, and get in trouble together."

Definitely have to say that having my younger brother as a partner in crime was one of the best parts of growing up. We did almost all our extracurricular activities together and played together. I mean, you never have to worry about moral support because someone's going to be there with you, whether or not they want to be there.

But that's kind of the fun of it. When you both don't want to be somewhere, you find different ways to make being somewhere more fun... Which then leads you to getting in trouble or and when you both practice skills to be the world's best conmen.

And who doesn't want an ally?