V. busy lately, but this old story popped in my head today so I thought I’d share.
My brother has four sisters. Don’t feel sorry for him, he was and continues to be much spoiled to make up for his position as the lone male. Anyhow, one rainy day when we were all little, my mother made us chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. She passed a plate of grilled cheese to me, one to my sister Amanda, one to my sister Caki, one to my sister Corrie, and one to our brother Randy. Randy looked around at all of us, scrunched up his nose, and said in his baby voice (which was stratospherically high) – Mommy? Can I have a boy cheese sammitch instead?
My brother has four sisters. Don’t feel sorry for him, he was and continues to be much spoiled to make up for his position as the lone male. Anyhow, one rainy day when we were all little, my mother made us chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. She passed a plate of grilled cheese to me, one to my sister Amanda, one to my sister Caki, one to my sister Corrie, and one to our brother Randy. Randy looked around at all of us, scrunched up his nose, and said in his baby voice (which was stratospherically high) – Mommy? Can I have a boy cheese sammitch instead?