I have a little sister who is five and is turning six this upcoming March. If I had to describe her in one word it would be: sassy. When she walks–excuse me, parades–into the room in her knee-high striped socks, a tutu and a big, bright usually pink bow in her hair, she wants all eyes on her. She doesn’t say, “Hey! Look at me!” She just starts dancing.
Just bursts out dancing.
And she only stops when everybody has diverted their attention in her direction. If someone isn’t looking she starts doing the spinning-thingy over towards that person. She is satisfied once everyone is smiling and/or laughing and/or clapping. Every time I roll my eyes at her my mother says, “She reminds me of you when you were her age!” I, being 17 now, can only cover my tomato colored face and shake my head with embarrassment. The more people, the redder I get. It’s funny to think that at one point I was dancing around the room with my doll tucked under my arm and huge pink bow in my hair.
One day my sister and I were eating dinner and we were talking and laughing about the faces she was making: “How come you are so cute?” I asked, laughing. She paused thought for a moment. Pizza lined the rims of her lips and she said with a shrug, “I just came out that way!” My mom and I couldn’t stop laughing. We were holding our stomachs and our mouths. But, that was one of those great moments where no matter how embarrassing families can be they were still the people you couldn’t do without!
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