…that fell from the same tired old truck.
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to adequately describe how extremely different my two girls are. But, I think I’ve found a way.
For an Easter present, they each received a disembodied head. Courtesy of the clearance aisle at Toys R Us.
Exhibit A) on the left, belongs to the sister who can burp the alphabet. She chooses her wardrobe by “eenie meenie miny mo” and never met a puddle of mud that she didn’t like. She delights in inappropriate bathroom humor, and lives to push her sibling’s buttons. In fact, she has them on speed dial. She’s a free spirit who would style her hair with the electric mixer, if I would permit it.
Exhibit B) on the right, belongs to the sister who color codes her closet. She is the proverbial backseat driver who is ever vigilant so that she can inform the driver (me) if they are about to break the law in any fashion. In a preemptive sort of way. She does not limit her driving critique to her own family van, but will also alert other drivers of their wrongdoing with a well placed scowl. She’s our resident narc. And every hair on her curly head is present, accounted for, and in it’s proper place. Or we don’t leave the house.
Oh, and she has a crush on Mr. Rogers (but is blissfully unaware that he is, in fact, dead.)
I’ll let you decide which head belongs to which sister.