And for the past couple of decades, they've given me a lot of reflection on my position as the biggest and oldest gremlin in the bunch.
In fact, this conversation I had with one of them on Facebook really sums up what it's like as the oldest sister. When bad stuff happens, they come to me for help. I give advice, and they obey it. At least, that's what they're supposed to do. :)
This was the frantic call for help I got on Wednesday:
It really could be legitimate. But if I learned anything from elementary school and online safety, it's that bad spelling is suspicious. Also, what is seabreeze mix??
It eventually occurred to me that she probably hadn't put in actual cement in her hair. I asked to clarify what exactly she had managed to rub in the very roots of her scalp.
This was her response:
But do you have cement in your hair?!
THAT SORT OF MAKES A DIFFERENCE, SISTER.
After more researching online and discussing options... we finally came to this conclusion:
Next time, I'll just tell her to shave it off. Because at this point, I think I'm just a person to bounce ideas off until they choose to do the complete opposite instead.
But I do love them :)
Do you have siblings? What's your relationship like with them?