Big Sister is 10. This is a post about Big. There haven’t been many posts about Big, because, frankly, Big is a party pooper is not amused by my taking her picture or sharing stories about her.
This photo took a whole lot of bribery just one shot, but don’t be fooled, she’s not amused.
Big is also known as the Wuzzle or Wuz because that is what her dad has called her since we brought her home from the hospital.
This does not amuse her either. She tolerates us.
Here is a list of things that often do not amuse Big:
Dogs (unless they’re stuffed);
Moving (she had to leave behind her best friends);
Haircuts (no, that’s not really a trick of light, she’s really that pale. We aren’t just pale, we glare!);
And swimming pools.
Okay, swimming pools have recently been relocated to the amusing category. However, Big shall forever remain an urban legend among swim instructors at the Portage Pool (long story for another post).
However, there are many things that do amuse Big.
Laurel and Hardy, the Marx Brothers (Groucho is one of her heroes), the Ranger, Gilligan’s Island, Mel Brooks (yes, I did say Mel Brooks), W.C. Fields, Johnny Carson, the Electric Company (Old School, thank-you very much), and bad kindergarten jokes. She quotes these people. She can deliver lines from their movies. She sings the songs from School House Rock!
I sometimes wonder if Big was born in the wrong decade.
She has an autographed poster from James Best (aka, Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane from the Dukes of Hazard) and sleeps under a photo of Carnac the Magnificent (aka Johnny Carson).
How many other 10 yr olds do you know who knows who these people are? I know exactly one, Big.
Big Sister is pretty darn special. She’s not the girly girl I expected, but I wouldn’t trade my quirky child for anything in the world.