Overachieving siblings

Growing up, I always thought I was special. You know, the golden child, the one who'd make it big. Then I met my sister. While I was perfecting my crayon-eating technique, she was solving differential equations. At five. By the time I figured out how to tie my shoes, she had patented a new type of shoelace. But hey, at least I still had my charming personality, right? Wrong. Turns out, she's also a stand-up comedian. And a neurosurgeon. And an astronaut. Sometimes I wonder if we're even related. But then I remember: we both have the same parents who are constantly disappointed in me. Thanks, sis, for setting the bar so high that I need a space shuttle to reach it.

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