Since Mama Bore has moved to an assisted living home in Pittsburg and doesn’t have room for all her “stuff,” she has asked that her brood of five pick up items we’ve given her over the years so they will continue to be enjoyed at our own homes. I once gave her a classic Kissy doll that has been looking oh-so-lonely ever since Mom moved, so I finally brought the plastic baby home with me a month ago.
When I was back at the old homestead doing some cleaning over the holidays, I came upon a box of clothes Mom had saved over the years. I recognized most of the items as belonging to the much-younger siblings when they were babies, but one item, a yellow sweater with jack-in-the-boxes on it, was unfamiliar. It either had to have once been worn by Big Sis or me. My guess was it had been mine because it had lots of slobber stains on it. Sis was and still is too clean to have ever made messes on her clothes. I, on the other hand, continue to dribble milk from my cereal spoon all over myself. On a regular basis. Every morning, as a matter of fact.
Big Sis didn’t recognize the sweater, either, so I took it to Mama Bore, who instantly solved the mystery and dismissed the need for DNA testing. “That was yours.” So, I brought the ancient yellow sweater home, not quite knowing what I'd do with it, until I saw Kissy on my dresser freezing her little ass off from all this cold weather we've been having.
"Kissy, would you like to add a stylish sweater to your wardrobe?"
It fit her perfectly, and she didn't mind the slobber marks. Kissy is not a picky kind of gal; she likes her new yellow sweater just fine. So do I.
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