Can I get personal with you? What is it about being the second child that makes a big sister think that we're a personal, traveling source of enterainment? I mean seriously, I'm a pretty laid back baby but Samantha is always up in my grill. Most of the time I don't mind because she is my idol and all, but sometimes I just want to hear Mommy's all too familar lecture on personal space directed towards Samantha.
Today is one of those days! I don't want to be tickled.
Back off, sister. Literally!
Don't believe me? Come on over here, curls. Grabby Gabby right here!
No, Samantha. I want the phone. I want to call AH and UB myself.
You don't dial. I can do it myself!
I'm pretty sure you're not taking me seriously.....
It's not easy being number two. I think I'm going to call AH and UB and arrange for a visit to Camp K. They will spoil me rotten and treat me like I'm number one.
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