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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One Response to Suburban Butch Dad Report: Sisters

  1. Ricki says:

    The “dirl” was darling. It reminds me of a time, when a little one said to me: “Someday, I’ll have a bagina like yours!” Those precious moments are so fleeting. It’s important to recognize and report them.

    She has expressed sadness that she doesn’t have a beard. She tells me that when she gets bigger, she’ll grow hair on her chin, too. She sometimes cuddles on my lap like a small baby and reaches up to stroke my beard, kind of absentmindedly like she’s hypnotized by it — K

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