You know, I really am down with this whole being the younger sister thing. There's a big enough gap between me and my older sister that I've never had to go through all the fighting and siblingy stuff. By the time I was in second grade she was heading off to college. I got all her old toys (which I thought were awesome), got to hang around her cool older friends when she was at home (even though she hardly ever liked having me there), and when it came time for hand me downs I was too big to fit into a lot of her old clothes (what can I say, I was in the 90 percentile for height for a long time!) Heck, even my spot at the dinner table is pretty nice!
However, the one thing that I've never appreciated is the car hierarchy. Whenever my mom, sister, and I ever go anywhere she's the one that gets the front seat and I'm demoted to the back. Of course,w when my comes along Mom takes the front seat and we both are in the back. The point is, there's no shot gun to be called. It's just car law. I don't mind being in the back seat. To tell the truth I spend most time in the car totally zoned out looking out the window. But I, being still a month away from license age, have spent the most time with my butt in that front seat. I believe I have a claim to that seat. Though I'm sure my sister could always counter with the, "Well, I was sitting in the front seat before you were born!" True, but not in this car car you haven't. Any other youngest children out there agree? I'm off to go watch more Olympics. Adios! Pens are for writing, not for noses.
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