…double hairstyling duty. I often struggle with this because, “Daddy! What are you doing?!? My hair looks crazy like that! You’re not doing it right!” Drama.
...there will ALWAYS be fashion issues. Simply getting up in the morning and getting dressed is never going to happen. Picking out clothes and shoes will always been an event. An epic one.
…everything is a competition. I am sure this happens with boys too, but with far less drama and tears.
…that at this age, everything has to be pink or purple. I swear it looks like some Oompa Loompas threw up in their closets. Pink and purple stuff everywhere.
…that one day they will be dating. I’m not sure how I will handle this. Extensive background checks and the purchase of a sniper rifle might remedy this. Look out boys. I still have my jungle and desert cami’s from my military days. And they still fit…well.
…that one day they may eventually get married. This means I will have to flip the bill for two weddings. Retirement? What the hell is that?
… double the amount of love and kisses I get from them.
Having two daughters is not so bad after all.





