My sister turns on the TV as I’m leaving the room. A commercial comes on. The commercial’s narrator asks, “Do you remember how good fresh vegetables at your local farmer’s market tasted?” or something like that.

Spontaneously, simultaneously, and in unison, in our best Milhouse fashion, my sister and I both say, “DO I?!“

We were so in sync that at first I wasn’t even sure that she said it too. The giggling kind of gave it away though.

It’s scary that even though we fight constantly with each other, we’re so gawd damn alike.