What other reason could there be? We buy the exact same lunch box and play kitchen (among other toys) for our girls. We manage to dress them in the same clothes, as well as ourselves. Even living miles and miles apart. In fact it's been 9 years (or has it been 10?) since we've lived under the same roof, which happened to be on Nantucket Island while we were working as "housekeeping" in a little B & B with Mitch as our rather hippy-type boss, with his long braid, who wore short corduroy shorts and made hard fruit and nut scones every morning for breakfast. Memories. Perhaps we'll live a bit closer to one another (Jordan & I, not Mitch) soon so we can enjoy our similarities at close range (one of which: lots of kids within the same age range!)
and appreciate our differences.