- Offer to drive her and friends someplace and listen to their conversation. Become invisible.
- Clean out her backpack.
- Clean her room.
Trust me. This is much, much MUCH cleaner.
And I know her secrets.
I was nearly 8 years old when my baby sister was born. This was quite fortunate since I was well adept at reading. I was tired of my name. Nancy. So plain. The Sunday comics included a comic strip called Nancy. She hung out with her stupid little boyfriend named Russell, was very boring and cried all the time. Why would parents who love their child name her such a boring name? I assumed they had run out of originality by this point. I was, after all, their third child. There was Mike, then Suzy, after me they had Joey (short for Joanne) and finally Jene Marie. The "j" a soft French slur. It was fitting. We had a French surname. But clearly Jene Marie was their crowning glory. Do I hate for taking all the love from my parents and hogging it for herself? Of course not. She's my sister. She's my baby sister. But if I happen to feel the need to speak to her when she's at work, I always ask for her by using both names; Jene Marie (with the schwa). I don't want her...
I first read this in my email and the picture didn't come through. I spent a good three minutes analyzing what you meant by "Trust me, this is much much cleaner."
ReplyDeleteI thought you were being metaphorical. (Is that a word?)
It's cleaner than my kids rooms.
I love that my kids are still young enough to not realize that if they are upstairs and we are downstairs (or in another room) we can still hear them. Makes me laugh
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking that I might just go and spring clean my angel daughters bedroom and see what I can find out!!!
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