(My step-sister and I are around 7 and 8 when this occurs.)

Stylist: “Oh look, twins!”

My Sister: “We aren’t twins; we look nothing alike. I have dark hair and eyes, and my sister has blonde hair and blue eyes!”

Stylist: “No, you are definitely twins.” *to me* “Aren’t you, dear?”

Me: “No, she’s older than me!”

Stylist: “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You must be twins!”

(She drags us out to where our mom is waiting.)

Stylist: “They are twins, yes?”

My Mom: “Um, no.”

Stylist: “You must be wrong! I know they are twins!”

My Mom: “Well, I only gave birth to one of them, so, no.”

Stylist: “You are twins! You just don’t know it!”

Related:
Twinstigating Trouble

(I am about to go on an extended trip, so I’m getting my hair cut from shoulder-length to about an inch long. The hairstylist is very excited to cut and style my hair.)

Hairstylist: “I have a great idea for a style for your hair. But first, would you mind if I give you a mullet and laugh at it for awhile before I give you the cut you want?”

Me: “…Umm… I suppose not.”

(She proceeds to cut my hair into a mullet and almost wet herself laughing, before cutting it short like I wanted.)