Just a little bit Sadistic

My little sister and I have always been complete opposites of each other. She's a girlie-girl, I'm a tomboy. She likes pink and purple and yellow; I prefer red and black. She wants to be a fasionista, I want to be a coroner. Very black and white, right? Well she's been in Mexico for the past two weeks and was in Colorado for a few weeks before that. I haven't heard from her in over in a month (Which isn't very strange, we rarely talk), but she finally called me today to tell me she made it back to the States safely and that her trip to Mexico was good.
And then she said something that was so out of character for her that it blew my fucking mind.

It went like this:

Leah (My sister): So I'm coming back home in a week.
Me: Cool.
Leah: I was wondering...
Me: Mmhmm (not really paying attention, rocking out to Avenged Sevenfold)
Leah: Well maybe we could go do something fun when I get back to D.C.
Me: Mmk.
Leah: Like, oh I don't know... Something involving water guns, black trench coats, a giraffe, some hostages and a private Jet.
Me: ...Awhat?
Leah: You know, something stupid and illegal...
Me: ... Holy shit...


That's when it hit me... My sister is turning into me. Of course, she's only joking about the illegal activities part. But the whole idea is something that I would say (and mean... and carry through... and get arrested for). It's creepy, watching my little sister grow up and realizing that I'm an influence on her. I should not be an influence for anyone. That's just a bad idea.

I will admit though: having my sister try to mimic my sardonic attitude is a bit flattering.

Can I help it if she thinks my sadistic outlook on life is cool as hell?

No.

And that's exactly what I'm going to tell the cops when they show up.

Love yha sis.