Suburban Butch Dad Report: Sisters

I asked my youngest, “What does your shirt say?”

She looked down, and traced a word “Tisser!  Little Tisser… but I’m big, not little.”

“That’s right, you’re big, but you’re still the little sister.  Who’s the big sister?”

She pauses, then says Elder Spawn’s name, “But I’m big, too!”

“Yes, I know, you are big, but you’ll always be the little sister.”

Frown.

“You know what?  I’m Uncle Warren’s big sister.”

She looked at me in surprise, sizing me up.  I thought for sure she was going to argue that Uncle Warren is so much bigger than I am, how could I be the big sister.

“Youuuuu?  But you not a dirrl!”

Which of course, got me laughing.

“Yep, you’re right, I’m not a girl, but I’m still a big sister.”

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