One pizza, two sisters

I took the girls out for pizza a few weeks ago and couldn't help but compare the difference in their eating styles.


This picture does not do justice to how messy Margot was. I was sitting next to her in the booth and was cringing the entire time and begging her to not touch me.


Not a drop of pizza sauce on Ms. E. She even politely asked our server for more napkins, which you need when you wipe your hand after EVERY bite.