Order Up - one Type A, one Type B

GOD has a sense of humor.

No, seriously, He does. Why? Because every parent inherits the previous generation's curse - usually an epitaph-like murmur from the matriarch akin to "I hope you have a kid just... like... you!"

Not only did this seemingly dire and mysterious gypsy-like prognostication come to be... let's just say my mother got a bargain for her babbling.

Introducing the eldest - a typical Type B personality, with her heart on her proverbial sleeve. She strives to be just-like-daddy in most things - had an exact duplicate of my genes until the last few years (poor child). Scared of needles and spiders, she seeks to work out a residual aggressive nature with children young enough to have to have annual shots, in an outdoor camp setting. Am I the only one to see the irony in this?

Not to be outdone, enter (from stage right) her sibling, Type A - complete with the latest competition service pack and over-analyzing malware.  Brandishing a streak of independence a mile wide, and aspirations just as high, she boldly goes where mother and father are scared to go, at least at her preferred velocity. (Remind me to tell you about the "broken gas pedal" later.)

At times, both are like oil and water... its a rarity to have them both occupy the same atmospheric envelope; but, at times, they've been known to be simpatico... and the balance of the time, they're fast asleep. At this stage in their separate but similar collegiate experiences, they've melded tastes and activities quite well. At younger ages - and prior to the eldest launching herself college-ward, they would Venn but only on command or at the threat of great harm to their social-life.

However, the juvenile picking aside, they've both honored their father and mother and have carved godly paths out of the insanity that is college life. And, besides... I gotta give 'em props, they'll be picking out my nursing home in a few years.