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 We attended a birthday party last weekend for eight-year-old twin girls.  There were bunnies and a pony ride.  They are officially the birthday party champions.  

All of the kids were thoroughly entertained.  Carter and Emerson were thrilled with watching Tonka, the littlest pony I've ever seen, do laps around the yard with each of the party goers.  When the line finally fizzled out, we decided to see if they wanted a turn in the saddle.  Both said, "Yes."  

Carter was brave from a distance, but shook almost the entire ride and wouldn't let go of my arm until the very end.  

Emerson was much more eager to ride and tried to keep a Joe-cool face, but a couple of grins escaped her.  

Needless to say, they both thought it was amazing.  This was confirmed later that day at home.   Ross was changing Carter's diaper and she repeatedly asked, "Ride horse again?  Ride horse again?"  Then she told him with more confidence than she showed at the party, "Not fall off." He laughed and put her down to play with Emerson.  

Shortly after that, I walked in on the two girls in their room playing "horse."  Carter was on all fours with Emerson sitting on her back.  Carter crawled a few steps around the room then said, "My turn."  I watched as Emerson slid off and took the "horse" position.  Carter got on her back...and Emerson promptly collapsed to the floor.    

Not all twins are created equal.  





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