I knew the kid was related to me!

There have been times in the last five months or so when I questioned whether Izzie was related to me. As we all know, she clearly doesn't like to sleep as much as maman and she laughs at all of papa's lame jokes. For those and many other reasons, I admit that I thought there may have been a mix up at the hospital. But no longer. She proved that she is my sister this week. How did she manage that feat you ask? Well, she put her feet in her mouth, literally. How could a sister be any more proud?