I asked my youngest, “What does your shirt say?”
She looked down, and traced a word “Tisser! Â Little Tisser… but I’m big, not little.”
“That’s right, you’re big, but you’re still the little sister. Â 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.”
“You know what? Â I’m Uncle Warren’s big sister.”
She looked at me in surprise, sizing me up. Â 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? Â 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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