Being in the middle of four means I am both a big sister and a little sister – therefore I get to enjoy the perks of both roles. Younger sister, is like the annoying puppy that can tag along and take my big sisters stuff, whereas an older sister gets to be annoying and and embarrassing… Sorry Pouty.
You know, when you do something you maybe shouldn’t and you make the younger sibling take the blame or you use them to bring you a snack from downstairs or make them share at least half the bag of buttons they just tried to loot out of the kitchen… It’s just one of those things you have to play upon. Plus, I had to put up with it from two older siblings myself.
So, recently, Pouty and I started attending the same school, so far, I don’t know if my yougner brother is enthralled that on route to his next lesson he may just bump into me and have no way of hiding or avoiding your Humble. The first time, I think I was rather reserved with only shouting his name, waving incessantly and blowing him kisses. Maybe helping any street cred my nerdy little brother had deteriorate…
Then I started adding ‘Kins’ to the end of his name and calling him other various pet names. Possibly, my teenage sibling would prefer if we pretended not to know each other for the majority of the days duration, but I am not about that life.
I think Poutykins was reaching the end of his tether however, I may have just set said tether on fire on the day where I saw him in school and gave him a huge bearhug. In public. In front of all of his friends. As him being a couple inches taller, won’t stop me. I think the exclamation of: ‘you can pretend you don’t want to hug me here‘, may have set him over the edge as that was when I got covered head to toe in a fizzy tsunami of Coke.
As apparently, just telling me to F off, was even far too cool and mainstream for our dear Pouty-poo.]
BYE!