Airport security mishap

Flying to Italy for our Christmas break, we had to go through “normal” security as the family lane was closed. When we arrived at the conveyer belt to let our belongings go through the x-ray machine, the security man told us to take a child each and go to two different positions. After I put my bag and coat on the belt, I took my twin and moved towards the metal detector. To be nice I also indicated to the other twin to come along and let daddy place his items on the belt without interruptions.

Once we arrived at the metal detector I explained to the lady there that I was going to go through followed by each child individually. “We have done it many times before” I said. I confidently stepped in the metal detector and out on the other side…


What?! I turned to the lady and asked politely if I could get the children through before having to go in the body scan machine. She agreed and I got the boys to come to me without any further alarms going off. At this point she asked me if I was travelling alone. I replied: “No, my husband is just putting his bag on the belt, I don’t know what is taking him so long”. She suggested for me to wait.

A second later, a man went through the metal detector and the security woman greeted him with a smile “Here are your children, sir” and half shoved him towards, half pointed at the twins. The man was left with no word. “I am… I actually…” I jumped in quickly: “This is NOT my husband! May I have my children back, please?”


Superhero or sidekick?

When you are a twin, your brother (or sister) is always with you. ALWAYS. He was there when you were born, when you started eating solids and when you couldn’t sleep at night, but most importantly he is here now… When you wake up or go to sleep, eat or go to the toilet, play or watch TV. Whatever you do, your twin is there.

To me this sounds very oppressive and limiting, but if you, like my children, have never known anything different, you have probably grown accustom to this. What you have to ask yourself is “am I going to be the superhero or the sidekick today?”. I’m lucky that both of my children are confident enough to take either role with a smile.

If you have a wingman with you at all times, you can easily manipulate all games and activities offered by your parents or nursery staff alike.

When the ladies at nursery set up 12 little chairs into two neat rows as to resemble a plane, they didn’t know that T and B had a different plan in mind. T was put in front, as the pilot, but that didn’t last long… He went from pilot to train driver in no time. When he shouted to B that they were about to leave the station, B got straight into character and started checking tickets on the train.

The idea of the plane was a good one, but I guess that no one could have predicted the twins hijacking the plane!