At what point do you stop referring to someone as your friend’s kid sister or, as in this case with today’s photo, my wife’s kid sister? Heck, come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever referred to anyone as anyone’s kid sister. So I probably don’t know what I’m talking about and you should get on to reading the rest of this post.
Speaking of which, this post that is, today is Melinda’s kid sister’s birthday so I went searching through the family archives for a suitable photo and found this one. That’s Melinda, the big sister, next to Brenda, the kid sister, and both girls in front of Michele, the mother. I think it’s a great early 70’s shot. And given the fact that I am the kid brother to two older brothers, I think I can relate to Brenda’s hand being on her head.
Oy vey.
Today’s Prompt: Share a story about a sibling.
Andy Smallman 
… I think I could of had a V-8.
I have two kid sisters!! So invariably I am trying to figure out how to explain to someone that Brenda is my younger sister but not my youngest sister who is Judy. IT gets very complicated and I usually resort to saying I have two younger sisters, one of whom is five years younger than me and the other who is seven years younger – a lot to say. Because there are four of us siblings, only one brother, sometimes, I say Brenda, the middle sister, but that is awkward. Am I the first and the youngest the last…. ai-yi-yi!! Names work well!