Big sloppy kisses

I love my little brother. Yesterday, in the car, Mom and I tried to guess how long it would be until he grew taller than me- she guesses by the end of the summer. She’s probably right. I told him he could call me his little sister, as long as he was a good big brother and took care of me, because the bigger sibling has to be the protector. He said he would and gave me a big sloppy kiss. He’s been doing a lot of that lately- I figured it would die down after Gondoliers, but it hasn’t yet. I love it when Than’s affectionate. I found the awesomest hat when looking for Fiddler shoes at Salvation Army the other day. We were in the men’s section riffling through hats, and I discovered…well, words fail me. I’ll see if I can get a picture posted. But it was forty nine cents, and I couldn’t pass it up. I’ve been wearing it to rehearsal, and Than’s been wearing it to school, and everyone thinks we’re nerds. It’s great, because, well, we are.

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