A long time ago, my dad and mother gifted me with…a little brother and sister, but not at the same time. (You thought I was going to say a puppy or pet chicken, didn't you?) They were thoughtful folks. And I didn’t even have ask for their gift.
First there was just me.
(I can't believe I found the picture of me and my rocking chair after I posted about the rocking chair.)
After that, there was just me and my little brother. He was okay until he learned how to talk and told me my clothes didn't match and other things.
Then it was just me, my little brother and a brand new baby sister. The day she came home from the hospital with all of her cuteness, my little brother told the parents to take her back. Although cowboys always know best, they decided to keep her anyway.
In time she grew on us, well she grew on me. Our brother liked gourds better.
About the time the brother accepted her, I was having second thoughts because she had better hair than me.
Joking aside, they're pretty great for siblings as long as they remember who remains number one.