My sister is a lot cooler than I am. I love her. Even though she doesn't like a lot of noise around her and isn't very good at Dr. Mario. Wanna hear a story about my baby sister Christina?
Christina was 3 and helping my mom bake a cake. How American and cute is that? Anyways my mom was reading the instructions to Christina.
"Ok It says to break 3 eggs into a bowl."
"How do I do that?"
"How do you do what, honey?"
"How do I break the eggs?"
"Oh honey, use your head. You've broken eggs plenty of times before."
Haha. I hope you can't see this coming.
But Christina picked up an egg and smashed it on her forehead.
My mom probably should have known at that point that Christina had ADD. Christina is a lot older now and doesn't cook often. Anyways she's up at school now and I'm very proud of her.
A side note: At this time it was 1988 and I was 6. I had a mullet. A real, full-fledged mullet. My mom still says to this day that I looked good. And you know what? I did. I'm very handsome.