Little J Makes Sense of Genetics

My sister and I are trying to get my car out of her driveway. It is stuck at the bottom, as the driveway is paved in ice. Multiple attemps have been made, resulting primarily in an oder of burning rubber and a net movement of 2 feet. Backward.

Little J to his cousin M:

I think your Mommy and my Mommy are sisters because they keep laughing.

Brilliant.

If only the two of us could remember that more often.