Jun 17 2008
This is the one where I was her personal chef.
I was reminded the other day of a story that my sister wanted me to forget. I was about five years old, and my sister was nine.
My parent’s work schedules were odd, and there was a 4-hour window where we were left unsupervised during the summer.
My sister played this little “game” with me, where she said that I was running a restaurant, and the entire kitchen was my diner. She was running a woman’s clothing boutique, and her entire bedroom was her shop.
I would be discouraged from stepping into her shop…because I had no need for women’s clothing, but she’d stop at my diner every day for lunch. She’d make me cook for her!
As a little kid, I thought that this game was fun. Yet in retrospect I realize that I was totally getting played.
@cheapblueguitar you leaving?? Or just singing?
Oh My Gawd, that totally reminds me of when I was about 11 and my sister was 13. We would get home from school, widowed Mom still at work, and my sister would talk me into making grilled cheese sandwiches because “You make them sooo much better than I do”.
What a sucker!
As kids, me and my sister used to deliver newspapers around our neighborhood using a shopping cart loaded full of newspapers. I would push the cart and she would pull it. Except she wasn’t really pulling it. It was just me pushing. Oy.