Pip bought her little bro a bow-tie- a real one, that needs to be tied, not a clip on. This morning for church she tied it for him, too, and he looked quite spiffy.
“You’re so lucky to have such good big sisters,” I said.
“Hmph,” he groused, uttering his eternal complaint about being the ‘maknae‘ (youngest one)- “You know that I’ve always wanted kid sisters.”
Then he looked at the two oldest sisters in the room (daughters 4 and 5) and smirked and waggled his eyebrows, “But then again, Big Sisters have deeper pockets.”
“Money doesn’t grow on trees,” said the 16 year old, daughter #6, quite pointedly.
“No,” he said, in the tones of one carefully stating an obvious fact to the clueless, “It grows on Big Sisters.”