Most people are of the opinion that moms of twins who dress their kids alike deserve to be ridiculed. To some people, it is a sin right up there with giving them names that rhyme.
Up to this point I haven't made a habit of dressing Milo and Huck alike because most of our clothes are hand-me-downs and even when I do have two of the same outfit, the chances that they are both clean at the same time are as slim as my waistline in 1991. My boys are lucky that their own shirts match their own pants. Let's face it, they're lucky if they get to wear pants.
That said, Milo and Huck are now in a stage when they want exactly what their brother has and if they don't get it, there is hell to pay. Clothes are no exception. So, today I dressed them in the same shirt and I might do it again. If you want to ridicule me, I invite you to come over to my house when I'm getting them dressed in the morning and endure the tantrums that ensue if one of them gets to wear the blue shirt with the train on it and they don't.