Walking through Target, Iâ€™ve got Cora in the Bjorn, pushing Cuba in the double snap and go stroller and herding the boys along. Every few minutes someone stops usâ€¦â€oh twins, oh so cute, oh are they all yours?, oh youâ€™re busy, oh you must have your hands full, oh lots of kids, oh youâ€™re so brave.â€ I try to be polite make small talk while keeping the boys from disappearing. Iâ€™m starting to sweat and loose focus. Why does Target have to be so darn warm? Then I hear a laugh coming up from behind me and I turn to see a woman coming my way with what looks to be 2 year old twin girls, a maybe 4 and maybe 6 year old boys. I almost fell over. She touched my shoulder and said it does get easierâ€¦and I donâ€™t just mean getting through Target with a wink. I wanted to cry. This is me two years from now and Iâ€™m a live. We chatted for a few minutes about the odds of us running into each other and then went about our way. I mean really what are the odds?