Growing up with sisters II

My youngest sister got an American Girl doll yesterday. The event was made much of in the family, as our childhood was filled with dolls and this would be the final new one to enter the family.

The discarded catalogue lay on the coffee table, and Nathan picked it up. "I want one too," he said. He began flipping through the catalogue, commenting as he went: "I like this one." "Aww, this one is so cute." "That's my favorite."

Let all worriers be informed that he and his brother pass most of their hours pretending to be karate champions or playing Star Wars. I like to call it well balanced.