The other day at church, Dan and I were at our favorite breakfast place before church. We had them all dressed they same as we usually do when we go out (it is easier to keep track of everyone when they are dressed alike).
A very nice lady came by our table and asked, "Are they triplets?" Dan and I nodded yes as he was trying to stop a sippy cup from flying across the restaurant and I was trying to save a waffle from being poked to death by a 'safety' fork.
The lady stops and pauses -- you could hear the hamster wheel turning in her head as she processed this information.
I knew it was coming. I was trying to send her mental telepathy messages not to do it, not to say it! Please, please, please -- take your two brain cells and rub them together!
But, then ... she says it -- "Are they all the same age?"
Here's your sign.