Too Old

I was playing with my friend’s 4- year- old sister when, out of the blue,  she turned to me and asked:

“Why don’t you have a baby?”

After a moments thought, I leaned down and told her,

“I’m too old to have a baby.”

Gotta love kids.

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Sisters

“We’re so close, we’re like sisters” -Every Teenage Girl Ever

That. That saying. That never made sense to me.

I have brothers so, admittedly I have no idea what it’s like to have a sister but I imagine it’s not the best thing ever. Growing up a lot of my friends had sisters and they fought, argued, and black mailed each other. Sure they loved their sister but they didn’t like their sister.

Cousins, on the other hand, those we like. Cousins are interesting because you don’t really have to love your cousins, you just have to get along (or pretend to around family). You get more of an option with cousins than you do with siblings.

Some of my favorite cousins I’m not even related to. They’re my cousins’ cousins. Which makes them my 2nd cousins. Twice removed. Probably. I really don’t know.

The way I see it, close friends are more like cousins. So we’re not so close that we’re like sisters.

We’re so close we’re like 2nd cousins twice removed. 

Not quite as catchy…

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There’s a lovely painting which my older brother did when he was about 8, we have it framed in our bathroom. After being there for at least 12 years, this morning my younger brother decided to question what it is.

We call it the Tucan Ladybug Flamingo

After staring at it for a bit we called our brother into the bathroom to explain it.

Bro #1: Ah, well you see these *pointing to the orange circles* symbolize hope.

Bro #2 (immediately adopting a snobbish rich accent) Right, right

Bro #1: And the beak represents humanity. And, uh, the eye represents what will happen if I’m not elected President.

Me (same accent): Very black, grim, yes.

Bro #1: And, the blue is for the future…

Bro #2 and Me (a mixture of): Quite right, Of course, Yes, Fascinating.

Bro #1: And the legs, uh….

Me: They’re twisted around: the fall of humanity!

Critical thinking at it’s finest.