I've got two brothers, and they drive me up the wall. My younger one arrived when I was almost two, and back then, a baby brother seemed fun. But now? The six-year-old thinks he's the funniest boss ever, and the nine-year-old? I just tune him out. Truth is, I can't stand them sometimes. I'd take a sister any day. On this perfectly timed Siblings Day, here are my six convincing reasons to convince Mom to make the switch.
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Who snaps the arm off my Baby Born doll? Who piles up my stuffed animals? Who draws lines on my artwork? My brothers, that's who. I try to keep everything neat, but it's pointless. This morning biking to school, I braked between two posts, and guess who smashed my taillight? Yep, brother. Mom, if you want me to have nice things, trade them for a sister. Girls handle stuff with care.
Scooting too close on the couch, iPad time, seat next to Mom at dinner, game choices, bath order—there's always a fight. Siblings Day won't change that. Mom says she and her brother bickered nonstop, calling each other names like 'Boulie' or 'fat spectacled smurf,' even decapitating dolls. She promises I'll laugh about it someday. I'm not convinced.
I crave a girl playmate for dolls and dollhouses—not endless Clash of Clans, Minecraft, or FIFA 17 talk at dinner. Bah! A sister means watching Jill's Real Estate or Cupcake Cup quietly, without yells for Transformers or Lego Ninjago. I'm no prissy girlie-girl, but I'm definitely not a boy.
Mom, this one's for you. Brothers hear 'clothes shopping' and groan, refusing to budge. I love it—browsing shops, picking pretty things. It's way more fun with another girl, no nagging boys left with Dad or dragged along for fittings. Admit it, you'd prefer that.
Out in the woods, they brag about peeing on trees (like I don't know girls can't). I counter with 'I can have babies,' but 'So what?' is their comeback. Or dual peeing in the bathroom—gross! They call girls' parts dirty. I'm over all the boy talk. (Mom says keep it that way.)
Girls click—sharing likes, fewer fights. We'd have Sisters Day instead. Brothers' dumb jokes and gross habits, like knotting worms (Mom untangled them), annoy me. Sisters just get it.
There. Sure, we have fun sometimes—crafting with little bro or trampolining. But I want a sister! No trade-in for kids is a shame. I'd help with an 8.5-year age gap. Gender's random, but try? Three kids enough? Sleep on it?
Alas, Mom's not budging 😉. Brothers can be maddening, but from experience, it gets better. My brother wrecked my doll and knotted worms, yet I'd never trade him. Happy National Siblings Day!
