Americans love twins. Nothing could make us happier than two kids in the same outfit in opposite colors.

But Brandi and Andi, Sarah and Sally, and James and John take a double-back car seat when it comes to conjoined twins. I don’t know what it is, but there’s nothing like a good conjoined twin. Actually, I do know what it is. Conjoined twins conjoin two plots Americans love: complex surgery and the undying human spirit. Amazingly, we never root for one conjoined twin. We think both should have access to that single liver, weakening by the day.

To be honest, I haven’t followed the latest conjunction that closely. But I’m happy to