A-L: That's my sister, Maria. She's known in the blogosphere as Sister Maria.
Ananda: Is she your half sister?
A-L: She's half as tall as me, if that's what you mean?
Ananda: No. I mean "do you have the same parents"?
A-L: I think so. Although I've always dreamed that I was the long lost daughter of the owners of an ice cream factory. I love chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
Ananda: You two look nothing alike. And my secret ice cream factory owning parents would specialize in coconut ice cream.
A-L: We occasionally get asked if we're twins.
Ananda: By whom?
A-L: By people who think we look like twins.
.....
One week later, Sister Maria and I are in a shop, talking to the very friendly shop owner.
Friendly Shop Owner: Do you two work together?
Sister Maria: We're sisters.
Friendly Shop Owner: You must look like the mom.
And turning to me he said: And you must look like the dad.
A-L: Are you saying I look like a man?
Flustered Friendly Shop Owner: No, I'm just saying you don't look anything alike.
...
Forty-five minutes later, outside the grocery store, a man approaches us and asks: Are you twins?
Sister Maria: No, she's my dad.
