By John Schwarz
Every now and then you learn something that absolutely flabbergasts you. It happened to me last Sunday. Anita and I have a large family: two daughters, three sons, nine grandsons, and nine granddaughters. Quite a few were at our home that day. I was busy making vanilla frosties and serving them Oreos. When two of the girls, identical twins, had to go home, I volunteered to drive them the mile and a half to their house. On the way, I asked them if there were any other sets of twins in their school. The answer I expected didn’t come back to me. “There are four sets, Pa,” replied one of my granddaughters. (I’m Pa if you were wondering.)
I almost swerved off of North Street. “You’re telling me there are four sets of twins at Sacred Heart?”
“No Pa, there are four sets of twins in the sixth grade.”
I assumed they were kidding around with me, but they stubbornly maintained that they were telling the truth. I couldn’t wait until Monday morning so I could call the school and confirm that Madeline and Sabrina were the only twins at Sacred Heart. The person I spoke to said graciously, “Your granddaughters are right, Mr. Schwarz. There are indeed four sets of twins in the sixth grade.” Shaken, I thanked her and hung up.