NOTE: This post was originally written in 2014
“Mom, where’s my beanie?” My almost-twelve-year-old sister demanded. “I want to be intimidating.”
I stared at her, amused and mortified at the same time. I’d been tentatively dating someone for a couple weeks and recently acknowledged that, yes, it was actually dating. Not just maybe-kind-of-sort-of-quasi-dating. Shannon, in all her righteous indignation, filled the empty station of Protective Older Brother from her spot as Youngest Child. So she grilled me for all the details every time I came back late . Sometimes she would sit on me until I satisfied her curiosity.
She was alternately staring at me and giving him death glares until I insisted on a level of personal space.
When I mentioned my date would be coming over for a short time, she immediately began gearing up for battle. She started with a beanie. [Read more…]
