When you’re the oldest of a family of four, you kind of assume you know everything. That everyone in your family is happy with what they have. For instance, my little sister only has a little brother, and then me and our other brother. I assume she’s happy with the setup, because, you know, she has me.
And then when our cousins come to visit, she’s all over the two-year-old and three-year-old girls. She invents the stupidest games, talks to them like they’re babies, and carries them everywhere like they never learned to talk. She’s been doing this for as long as I can remember, and it’s always annoyed the heck out of me.
But as I’m staring at her completely hog my little cousin in the pizza place, and epiphany has dawned on me.
She wants a little sister!
Who’d’ve thought?