Opinionated
From the minute Little Sis traded umbilical for boob, she’s been… opinionated.
Don’t like being out of the womb? Cry for 8 months straight.
Don’t like Little Dude snuggling up? Slap his face.
Don’t want that water? Chuck it.
Don’t like your personal space being violated with a smooch from Mama or Papa? Shove ‘em.
Want that knife on the counter and can’t have it? Throw a 10-month-old floppy.
Don’t like the bump on the head you got from throwing a 10-month-old floppy on a wood floor? Throw another one.
Yeah, Sis is one opinionated chick. Lady-Friend will tell you it’s cosmic revenge from my youth coming back to haunt me, but that’s speculative rumor.
I’m not complaining. Between the wide-mouthed, slobbery “Aaaaaah” kisses on the cheek, rampant personality and sleepy snuggles on the shoulder, I’m just another finger-wrapped statistic.
Tags: Little Sis
