Uh oh

A couple weeks ago, on one of our walks around the neighborhood, we ran into another set of parents pushing their twins in their double stroller. Whenever this happens, you are essentially required to stop and talk to them. I think it's in the twin parent guidebook or something.

They had two-year old twin daughters, so we asked them the question that is always foremost in our minds, which was "It gets easier, right?"

They exchanged a look, and paused. One of them replied -- "Well, it definitely gets more rewarding."

We talked a little longer about how we were doing and how they were doing, and then as the conversation was wrapping up we gave the question one more shot -- "...but I'm sure it must get easier, right?"

Another pause. A nervous laugh. "It does get less overwhelming, for sure." Then she smiled, wished us luck, and walked off.

Hm. That can't be a good sign.

Because I'm trying to stay optimistic, I'm going to assume that these parents' refusal to throw us a freaking bone and tell us that it's going to get easier just means that the two "terrible twos" that they were pushing in the stroller had just thrown a pair of horrible tantrums and they were still frazzled.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Oh, and look, Riley's smiling!