A week or two ago (I lose track of time so easily), Mom and Dad took Amelia and I apple picking. While it was Amelia's first time, I am an old pro at picking fruits out of trees. To add some spice and relive last year's excitement, I invited my friend Max and his parents to join us. Every time I hang with Max we have a great time. But, nearly all strangers thinks we're twins. I know, it gets difficult to tell us apart when you get two blond 'Big Guys' near each other, but sheesh. When we're together, every woman (women are the worst at this) goes "Oh how cute you two are," and then they follow it with a variation of "are you brothers," "are you twins," "which one's older," "which one of you guys (e.g., dad or brian) are the father?" Sometimes I tire of this silliness and run away. So, for those that struggle with telling blond 'Big Guys' apart, here's your guide to telling us apart:
I have a black City-Mini Stroller. Max has a red City-Mini Stroller.
I have lots of curly hair. Max has curly hair only on the back of his head.
I was born in September. Max was born in August.
I love trucks. Max loves turtles
I go to pre-school 2 days a week. Max goes to a different pre-school 5 days a week.
I live with Mom and Dad. Max lives with Brian and Melanie.
Oh, I'm 1 inch taller and have a baby sister.
Sheesh, hopefully this will clear things up.
Anyway, we went apple picking. Here I am driving the tractor.
Holding hands.
Playing in the wagon.
Feeding a cow - he licked me like a puppy.
Peace out,
Phin