One of Us

So, there is this on-going inside joke with the Galbraith family that involves nostrils. It was part of the vernacular when I married in, and it's still alive and well. Now, don't say you never pick your nose, because everyone does. But those Galbraiths seem to take particular glee in the sport. So the joke goes like this: "How do you break a Galbraith's finger? Punch 'em in the nose! Ha ha ha ha!"

So, in case anyone ever accuses her of not being one of us because Eliza looks different from the rest (and she does, a little), I have photographic proof in her favor: