GBE 2: Blog On Week #109: Siblings
Momma uses a tiny bit of Dippity Do to arrange her dark hair into a curl in the center of her head.
Everyone comes with pink flowers and presents for the baby with pouty lips.
Nana gives me a new coloring book.
While Momma irons, I give her a bottle. We sit in Daddy’s big leather recliner in front of the television, but I watch her instead of Captain Kangaroo.
She is heavier than my doll.
She grabs my little finger and holds tight.
Momma says she will be my best friend, but I have doubts.
Her hair smells like powder.
I guess she is okay.
|Talya and Staci, April, 1965|
“Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.”
― Charles M. Schulz