Every once and a while when I’m talking to my sister I stop listening to her and just stare. How could we possibly have come from the same parents? She’s perky, thin, and organized. There’s nothing on my body or in my personality you would ever describe as perky. The only thing thinning on me are my nerves, and my idea of organization is having exact change at the drive thru. You’d think we were raised on opposite sides of the earth. I’m starting to sense there’s a cosmic joke involved here. I’m noticing my daughter is perky and her little one is a wise ass. Maybe it’s through raising girls that resemble each other; we will achieve some common ground. Or maybe we should just switch daughters before further genetic damage occurs.