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My stepdaughters are fashionable teen-agers, but I swear, if I got them cheesy "I'm the sister" T-shirts, they'd wear 'em. It seems like whenever we all go somewhere, they get what we call "the look." It ranges from pity to disgust to admiration. And it drives them nuts. Because it stems from people seeing them with Nicholas and assuming that he's theirs. Which, of course, he is, but not that way. It happens whether or not I'm with them. For a couple of reasons, I think: 1. I'm old. And 2. They're blond. He's blond. I'm nowhere near blond.

My favorite episode was when they went to breakfast one day with their dad and someone asked them which of them was the mother. That REALLY grossed them out. For the most part, though, they roll with it. They're happy to have this little guy around and if that means a few people we don't know think they got "in trouble" so be it. Besides, if one of them was his mother, that would put me at grandma level.

Maybe we need to get those shirts, after all.