Sunday, July 25, 2010
Today is my baby sister's birthday and she is old enough, I am sorry to say, to make me feel old. I remember when she was born, an event that was celebrated by chocolate milk at a restaurant and, more remarkably, by my father's forbearance from punishment when I spilled it. Even so, I'm afraid I was not thrilled to have her; my parents yelled at the family dog whenever she went near the baby and when I chose sides, I decided I'd rather have the dog than a baby sister. At this point, many (many) years later, I am willing to concede that I may have been wrong because, although Taffy was a very good dog, my sister has grown on me over the years.