Sis loves birthdays, not her own per se, just birthdays. Without fail each and every time we light a candle - any candle - she breaks out in song, bobbing her head back and forth. Her version:
"Appy bird day, appy bird day, bird day oo oo."
But as fun as bird day is for Sis, it is equally misery inspiring for Brother. Imagine how horrid it would be if you were five and people were paying attention to someone other than you. Well by gosh, that would just be pitiful. You might opt for whining and when that fails, turn mean, and when that fails, complain, and when that fails, pout about the house -- but finally, triumphantly, head off to school where there are no sisters and it's not anyone's bird day.
