Two peas in a pod...

... or in this case, two sisters in a plastic toy box. Although I'm not prepared to tell Izzie that she is starting to transform into a fun person to play with, I'm no longer as eager to send her home with our next visitor. As far as little sisters go, she is not too bad. One night before bed, she hatched a brilliant strategy to prolong our evening frolicking. If she shoe-horned ourselves into our pink toy box in the living room, papa wouldn't be able to pick us up and take us to our bedrooms. Is that not genius. Now if only I could convince her to share her food with me, life would be perfect.