As the mother of multiples, I laughed when Rebecca was walking to the store. I was carrying twins, not triplets, and near the end my belly swayed so much as I walked that anything within arm's reach became a handrail. I couldn't take more than a few steps without grabbing onto something!
Birth order is a funny thing with multiples. My daughter was born one minute before my son and she's always referred to him as her "little brother." Recently I was looking at their birth certificates and noticed that it's he who's listed as older, by nearly 5 minutes, because my daughter didn't start breathing until they got her to the NICU. So now my son makes a big deal about being the "big brother." There have been dust-ups.