First, if you were this little punk, you'd sneak into my purse and find a comic book, which you would take without asking. I'd forgive you, though.
If you were this huge 4th grader, you'd beg me to take you to Harry Potter, and I would, because I'm just that great. While we were walking into the theater, you would say quite loudly, "As soon as we sit down, I'm going to start cuddling with you," and I would smile and wish that you would never grow any older.
If you were one of my little brothers, I might take you to my apartment in Denton. I would make you blondies, which we would eat while we watched (preselected) episodes of Smallville. That night I'd turn the heat off in my apartment and pile mountains of blankets on top of you. You'd tell me that was way better than sleeping with the heat on. The next morning, we'd go to Oldwest Cafe, where I would give each of you five dollars to spend on hot chocolate and chocolate chip pancakes.
If you were one of these cuties, I'd bring you to Denton for a sleepover, and we'd stop at the mall for a few hours. You'd try on the highest heels you could find at DSW. I'd take you to the pet store, where you would pet the puppies. When you cuddled up to me and told me how cute the dogs were, I would know exactly what you were trying to do, but I wouldn't give in. Four little siblings is enough; I don't need a pet too.
I'd give you 75 cents to ride the helicopter, and then we'd go to Bath and Body Works, where we'd try on every lotion we could find.
In the morning, I'd let you help me make biscuits and chocolate gravy.
After breakfast, we'd gather every pillow in the apartment and pile them high in the kids' bedroom. You'd build mountains and forts and jump and climb.
You'd think it was pretty great.
Of course, if you were one of my little siblings, you'd also tell me over and over (unprompted, of course) that I am your favorite big sister ever.
