Yeah, yeah, yeah…..In the beginning I heard a lot of nonsense about my parents being saints and how wonderful my siblings were to me. Blah, blah, blah I say (…or would say).
Let me tell you something people. I’m the saint. I’m the best thing that every happened to those poor souls. My family is crazy, loud and all kinds of….did I say crazy?
Before I was even born, I was stressed out by the nonsense I heard.
Proof:” I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with this. Can I stay in here a little longer? Like forever?”
This one here. I can’t understand half the things that come out of his mouth.
I’ve learned to pretend to be asleep when I’m around him.
Brother #2 cant read a story with enthusiasm to save his life.
I’m constantly reminding him to stay in character. How infuriating!!!
And this girl……Well she is a real problem.
Every time my “real” mom turns around, she steps in to be Mommy at Large.
Her hugs are lethal. Do my cries for help fall on deaf ears?
NOW…….This is what happens when your siblings find out you’re talking trash (truth) about them.
Mom and Dad just say: “Kids will be kids.”
Hang tough, kiddo.\
Soon you’ll be big enough where you’ll be able to play outside with them and charm themm into the back of a van so they can be sold off as fast food mascot performers.
And mom and dad won’t even mind as long as you get a good a price!
Hey now….You might be on to something.
No worries darlin’ soon you will be big enough, you will charm all the girls away from the big brothers (step 1) and that girl child don’t worry her friends will want to hang with you. They will be lonely and begging to play nicely.
She speaks truth, Little Man.
He knows he’s the star.
He’ll probably want to live with new folks by then, but hopefully not.