While we were getting ready to head out for the half marathon, I realized I didn’t have a substantial sweatshirt for Tess. Flimsy, girly things? Sure. Warm, bulky, downy fleece like her brother’s? Not so much.
I grabbed a sweatshirt that was until very recently (read: that morning) Philip’s and hoped for the best. I figured I could have any number of fights on my hands when I offered it to her. She could refuse because it wasn’t for a girl. Philip could balk because it was his. Or, most unappealing, they could both wig out.
I was certainly surprised – to say the least – when neither of them uttered a peep about the coat. But it sure did make me think of this song.
I like my big sister
But I don’t want to wear her coat.
It may be black and it may fit perfect,
But you and I both know, it’s a girls coat.
Now I can handle some hand me downs
Shirts and sandals are out of bounds
Balls and games and such, I don’t mind
But a coat. . . over the line.
– Big Sister by the Bare Naked Ladies
