We were sitting at Wheat Montana Farms on Saturday having breakfast when in walked our mirror family.
They walked by us without saying a word. The approximately 3- to 4-year-old little boy stood deciding which cinnamon roll to order at the counter. (My son *always* picks a caramel roll ... just like me.)
Their daughter toddled around in her cute little shoes - a pair of the same Robeez we also own.
Mom had the same shoes on that I did (though hers were the pretty maroon ones, while mine are blue), and I coveted her breezy, stylish Capri pants.
Dad bore an uncanny resemblance to my husband and sported a flannel shirt as a jacket. My husband's staple.
They were smarter though.
They got their pastries and left, while we opted to wrestle two kids in the restaurant.
"That was a little weird," AB told me as soon as they walked out.
I knew exactly what he was talking about.