Seeing my children play as best friends makes twin parenting worth the trials of twinfancy. Because they have each other, I can sit and watch sometimes, rather than playing the other side of the catch. I love how they interact, defying gender roles, yet somehow still playing them out.
Of course, sometimes it all goes downhill rapidly when the boy in him loses all control.
But my little girl already knows not to take his crap. She marched away, leaving him calling her name to the wind.