Every time I come to pick up my Little Sister (who I'm calling "Clarabelle" in honor of what she names every toy she has), it looks like the circus is coming to town. I pull up outside her house and kids come out of every door. They all run over to me and start asking me questions, all at once. Can I buy them candy? Can I take them to wherever we're going? Can they come to my house? Can they play with my dog? Can I get them a Big Brother or Big Sister? There usually aren't any adults with them, just children. I feel like the Pied Piper!
Three years ago: Girls Dressed as Women