If I had a sister, I picture her as Rosemary Clooney.

We would be like the Hanes sisters.Β 
I would, of course, be the skinnier one (Vera Ellen) … hey, it’s my dream. There’s nothing better than this song.
Devoted sisters.
Caring.Β Sharing …. every little thing that we are wearing.
All kinds of weather, we stick together … the same in the rain or sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places, we think and we act as one.
Sounds like a dream.
Well, that’s totally not how it is in my house with these sisters. (Don’t let the expressions fool you. I’m sure after this picture was snapped one backhanded the other one.)

Seriously, it’s the second week of summer vacation and my day would not be complete without hearing a few screams, grunts, and sassy tones.
Enough, already.
The kicker happened last night as I’m putting the girls to bed and La Petite Belle says: “You treat K Belle (except she used her real name) like royalty and me like trash.”
Uhhh … come again?
Listen here, Little Missy … you are the baby. Everyone knows the baby gets a little more mercy than the oldest. You know it’s true. Stop being such a drama queen all the time.
Of course, I told her that the reason she sees it that way right now is because she’s in way more trouble most of the time than K Belle is. And that she doesn’t love obedience like she used to when she was younger. She really did have a heart that longed to obey …. now … not so much. Let’s just say …. we’re working on it or she’s working on it.
Oh, how I long for the day that these sisters, will wave their feathers and twirl around in their blue dresses, proclaiming their love and loyalty to one another.
Until then, pray for me.