At my daughter's school, middle of the morning, to pick her up for a dentist appointment. Ran into the restroom before I went to get her.
In the restroom I inadvertently opened a stall door with a little person inside. Apologizing, I moved on to the next stall. A darling conversation ensued along the lines that the latches weren't that tricky, but were very tricky if you were a five-year-old child. And then the delightful conversation continued when I noticed that we had both opened our respective doors at exactly the same time...
Me: "Hey look! We left at the same time! ... And now we're washing our hands at the same time..."
Child: "And we're both using soap at the same time."
Me: "And now we're both rinsing..."
Child: "Do you like to do things at the same time?"
Me: "I don't know, do you?"
Me: "... and now we're both drying our hands at the same time."
Child (walking toward the closet door): "Oh, I thought that was the door..."
Me: "They do look the same, don't they? Hey, I know, let's go out the restroom door together at the same time!"
And out we go, into the hall, and on with our respective days.
At the same time. She is little, I am big. She is young and I am ... not young. She was at one sink, I the other. And yet, we did the same actions at the same moment. And in that moment we were the same. And we knew it. And that was fun!