I recently worked with a set of little girl triplets that set my heart on fire.
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I didn’t see them come in, with their minute Irish mom they were the spitting image of, trailed by two doting nannies.
There I was by the coffee machine, when a face the size of a grapefruit popped out through a curtain. I jumped, which made her laugh as if I were a rodeo clown. A second later, I see a foot in a black patent leather shoe, then another, then another, shoot out, like multiple cannons.
When they appeared in identical white smocks, sweaters tied round their necks resembling short tennis players, I couldn’t get over there were three, all about to make their film debut.
It pays a production to get twins, or in this case, triplets, if one has a meltdown, which as you can imagine, is quite often the norm. Hey, they’re babies…fuck show-biz…we want a full boob, thank you very much, and a nice, long burp.
But parents dream of their kids being the next Gerber Baby, so they do what they can to make that happen. These three, with or without their mini Mary Janes, were surely shoe-ins, pun intended.
When they got to set, they gurgled and grinned, and all went well until…one of them just had had enough. A guy playing a dad, who looked about 12, had one in each arm, and the third, hooked in a harness that made her look as if she was about to skydive. She took it well, but triplet on his right did not. Frankly, I think she was pissed being upstaged by her sister. Think Olivia de Havilland and Joan Fontaine fighting over billing.
“Where’s my agent…is he here?” 
He was, but unavailable, apparently locked inside the men’s room. Hey, everyone knows to stay the fuck away from the guacamole.
She then screamed for her mom who was trying to stay in the shadows, but had to come get her when she went for the dad’s hair.
Like any diva, she had demands. Picture a baby Lana Turner in a fat Pamper needing major pampering.
Took everything I had not to rush over to assist, wanting to quell the noise, and just, hold a big baby.
They kept putting her back in dad’s arms as she kept screaming…I WANT A NEW CO-STAR…NOW!
Who knows…maybe she had a point. He was a lot taller, and actors are known for cast approval, often written into their contract.
After a quick conference with her sisters that I gather didn’t go too well, she howled till she was taken to her trailer.
They finally shot with just two since I’m betting, Lana wanted more money.
I was back at the coffee machine when they made their exit dressed in chic jean jackets, apparently, gifts from Gap for a recent ad they did.
Perks of the trade.
As they left smiling and waving like miniature movie stars, I thought, this is just the beginning. I see their name up in lights, three famous baked potatoes, just hoping mom saves all that money for their college education. 
Sigh.
SB
So cute!
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🙂
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They say never work with children or animals. You have an affinity for both. See, I reckon you squandered your Oscar through not following the rules. 😉
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WC Fields said that I believe. Despite their wails, they were supremely cute.
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God bless all the parents of multiple births. One little munchkin demands 100 percent of your attention.
I always bemoaned the fact that I wasn’t a twin or triplet (Mom was quite happy that my wish didn’t come true). My only reason was that I wanted to fool people. Those three sweeties will have plenty of opportunity for hijinks.
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Love the word, hijinks. Yes, I’d imagine that would be true since, as little as they are, they’re already causing havoc.
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Working with little people can be quite frustrating, and with three little people I can just imagine. Two was enough for me! ~Elle
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I’ll just bet you could have handled Lana with all her wailing. 🙂
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My husband had (still has) triplets. Two girls and a boy. They are pushing 50 so it was a huge novelty back then. They did some diaper ads and got free ones. Cloth, that is. It’s all before pampers. Mostly it was a lot of work. They never got to Hollywood!
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Too bad. They might have been a big hit…three Shirley Temples. 🙂
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Well, one was a boy…..
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OOPS
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I had to smile at this. It seems that “majority rules” perception when triplets aren’t all the same sex. One of my dearest friends gave birth to triplets—2 boys and a girl. She’d push them around in a triple stroller, the boys tucked in with blue blankets, the girl in pink. Wherever they went, people would gush and exclaim “Oh how adorable! Alll boys!” It was hilarious, especially when the little girl got old enough to pout, and my friend would whisper, “yeah, the one in pink is gay”.
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So funny what you wrote. To see three tiny replicas of utter cuteness is like taking mescaline. Despite divadom, to coin a word, I was seriously charmed. Thanks for writing.
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There are a set of triplets around the corner from me… one more different than the next. Just like these three, there is always a rebel in the crowd.
They sound so cute!!!
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She was the Madonna of the three. 🙂
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