Sometimes I forget that me and my two half sisters are really related. I never get to see them and when I do it's usually pretty brief. However, after visiting them Saturday to see my new little brother (who is totally cute in that gross-troll like newborn way) I noticed all the little things that make me aware that we're definately sisters.

It's the endearing way Gigi (who is 9) answered Kevin's question in a belch just the way I often do causing him to roll his eyes in disgust.

It's our atrociously cheesy sense of humor. When Gigi said she was going out of the room to get something, Gabby (who is 7) said "Let me come with you. It's a walk to remember. Take note, if you're not laughing at that joke (if it can even be classified as such)- it's totally okay because it's a really bad joke. What makes it funny is that I've been known to make jokes just as bad- all of which result in Kevin rolling his eyes in disgust.

It's the way Gaby spastically danced around on the floor and did bumps and grinds all over the place while singing bizzarre made up songs- just the way I did when I was little and well....still do to this day.

It's the way Gaby jumped on Kevin's back and started dry humping it for some reason. I kicked her off there immediately and asked her what on earth she was doing to which she replied "I wanted him to be my horsey!" Suuuure, kiddo. That's exactly what I say to the arm of my couch before I go at it. I just wanted it to be my horsey.

I swear us Carpio sisters are certainly something else.