Like my brother.

Let me set the scene.....

I was in the kitchen cleaning. The boys, Raymond and Kobe, and Kayann were downstairs playing. The boys being boys were sliding down the stairs on a blanket (much like Joe and Sean).

Now, the story........

Kayann comes crying to me that her brother is being mean and wont play with her. I yell, "Raymond, Kobe, you guys be nice to sister". They decide to let her go down the stairs with them. The first time I hear, in a little boy voice, "Ooooo! my wienie" They giggle. Get up and do it again. The second time I hear, in a sweet little girl voice "Oooo! my wienie".

I couldnt help but to laugh. Why is it that little sisters want to be just like their big brothers? I know what ever one is going to say..... Remember the fire barrel? Um yes I do. I remember waddling to the house, my pants around my ankles, covered in pee, crying. There stood my mom yelling out the farm door "boys stop peeing in front of your sister". However I still wanted to do it like them.