When she brought home
my new kid sister
“Say hello to Carrie.”
I thought that’s what Mom said,
but am I certain?
Because Dad calls the kid
“Queen of Sheba-Geneeba Sleuth.”
While Mom says to her,
“Just look at you,
My Sweet Precious Little
while strolling baby
‘round the block.
Grampa asks Dad
for pictures of
“My favorite l’il
forgetful silly tongued grownups
can be scary.
Lucky for my sister
I for one
will be sticking with her real name:
It started in our family room,
then into the kitchen it seeped,
taking the front closet and hallway
before up the stairway it creeped.
What once was my bathroom it conquered,
it moved boldly through Mom and Dad’s room,
every space in our place was exploded
by its life-changing clutter kabooms.
It’s been so long ago since it started,
this unyielding advance like no other,
that by now it’s become fact there’s no stopping
the Invasion of Our New Kid Brother.
LITTLE BIGFOOT – Our kid brother’s invasion was not bloodless, noiseless, or unsuccessful. He now controls all or part of every sector. (Photo by PaC)