I am not Spock’s twin…am I?
OH MY GOODNESS!!
she shrieked.
DADDY, go stand by the TV!
Why?
I asked calmly.
Because,
(she continued, gasping for air between belly laughs)
You look almost exactly like Spock!
No I don't.
I said.
See?
I stood there by the Vulcan Yoda.
Her laugh split a billion atoms as it ripped across space-time continuums and splashed into at least three parallel universes.
You...
(she gasped, blue-faced)
...look EXACTLY like him, except for your beard and the makeup!
I stopped arguing, because finally, I realized that she was, in actuality, correct.
Live long and, you know, all that, universe.