My sisters, the little version

Before I arrived on the scene, my older sisters Erica (left) and Brook (right) were supah tight buds who'd wake up early to sneak around, try on hats and jewelry, and play in cardboard boxes like a couple cats before my parents woke up.

I'd thought of me and my siblings as a crew of four for so long, it was funny when I finally realized there was actually a sliver of time when these two were on their own, before my brother and I starting harshing their mellow. (Wait. What? Earth spun on its axis and the moon and stars hung in the sky long before I was born? No way!)

Erica was obviously a burgeoning fashionista/stylist and enjoyed choosing maturity-enhancing baubles for Brook, when in fact Brook had little interest in whether her necklace matched her earrings, deriving much more amusement from her secret world takeover plans. Credit for the cool matching pajamas goes to my mom and her sewing prowess.

But see? Soon, I came along and took the p.j.'s right off their backs. As I said, harsh.