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My Sister....

My sister is vertically challenged. She gets that from her grandmother. I think she is about 10ish now, but everyone thinks she is 7.

Back story time!!!

So Sav (my sister) was 4, and we were at my brother's lacrosse practice (This was back when he went through his lacrosse phase), and we were sitting on a blanket playing with her dolls (because I'm a good sister like that). Suddenly a kid, who was probably 3 or something, who was playing with some hand-held device and not paying attention, almost walked into Sav. The kid's mother yelled, "Careful! Don't step on the baby!" Not knowing that Sav was actually 4, and probably older than her son.

And of course, Sav remembers none of this.

It is my job, as an older sister, to remember all the funny and embarrassing stories from her childhood (or make some up) to share with her at a later date. Preferably in front of all her friends.

What not very many people know, is that although my sister is adorable and short on the outside, part of her on the inside is very evil. You should hear her evil laugh. Every time she does it, a puppy drowns. That's how creepy it is. It's creepy because she is this adorable short kid, laughing evilly about her very evil plans!

She loves telling jokes and puns that she has found on the internet. She says everything is funny on the internet (although I would beg to differ), and then she does her creepy evil laugh, and then smiles like an angel. She has all the adults wrapped around her little finger, but I am not deceived!!!

Sav also loves stuffed animals. That's all she ever asks for on her birthday, or Christmas, or any other holiday or special occasion we may or may not celebrate. Stuffed animals. She gives all of them very elaborate names like Rosabella Jewel Sparkles and Cameron Charlie Victorious, and they have evil little tea parties while they plan their world domination. It's cute and creepy at the same time!

Sav is terrified of going into our basement alone. She thinks people sneak into our house while we aren't home, and are sitting in our basement just waiting for her to go down there alone so they can kidnap her. She sleeps on the couch in the living room instead. I'm not sure if she's just paranoid, or if I should also be terrified of the ninjas in our basement. I go down there all the time alone, and I've never been kidnapped...but then again, I do have mad origami skills.

Sav is undoubtedly my dad's favorite child. If you see this dad, don't try to deny it! You know it's true! But that's only because she hasn't gone through her rebellious teenage phase yet. I'm so glad I'm going to be out of the house when that happens. Thank you college! (Speaking of college, I keep getting tons of emails from colleges that want me to go to school at their college. I don't know what college I want to go to! I don't even know what I want to do with my life! Okay, that's a lie. I want to be a glassblower. But still! )

Savvy really really hates green beans. I learned this just the other day. I had no idea that Sav has hated green beans for years now. I mean, how can someone hate green beans?! They are one of the most amazing vegetables ever! So weird...

So yeah! That's Sav. My most favorite sister in the entire universe. She says hi.









Also, if you are the ninja who keeps sneaking into our house, I am impressed. You haven't been caught yet! Congratulations! But if you could please stop, because it's kind of creepy, I would appreciate it.

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