On being unique

Reese said, "I'm not unique" in response to me telling him that I mistook another boy for him.

I was across the street and in my car waiting for the kids to get out of school. I saw Reese walk out and realized I must not have noticed he wore a red shirt. I thought I had given him a white one. Then as he walked the opposite direction of me I wondered why he hadn't noticed our car. I took a closer look and realized it wasn't him. "There's that kid again," I said out loud. He looks just like Reese - same hair color and cut, big eyes, wide features, olive complexion and thin build. Reese is much, much cuter of course...

So as my husband and Reese were on the couch together, I knew he felt bad that I thought the other boy was him. I apologized and told him that I have been called Lisa ( my older sister) my whole life. When we go home to visit, sometimes people still call me that and I moved from home a long time ago. It got to the point that I didn't correct anyone anymore. I just let them think I was her and that she dyed her hair.

Jon said, "Reese, I have the same problem."

I thought to myself that Jon and his brother don't look alike and waited to hear what he was going to say.

"EVERY day people say, "Hey Brad," "Excuse me, Mr. Pitt?" I have to tell them ALL the time that I'm not him. It's sooo annoying. It's a curse really."

I smiled and rolled my eyes but secretly wished someone could mistake our money for his.