Big ugly red coat in the middle of May, filing cabinet inside your backpack, and pancakes at 6 am makes it kind of hard to only be your sister. I potty trained you one summer and it only took a few weeks for you to learn, and I have to say I was proud of both of us. You were only 2 years old and I was 9.
Excuse me for being a big sister, but like when you were 2, I know you can.
Happy Birthday,
Rose
