The problem of childhood, I once read, when you are a young child in a family with older children is that your growing up seems to be like having had too much to drink. Everyone else remembers your awkward and embarrassing moments better than you.
Let me demonstrate (and this will work a LOT better if you know one of my brothers or sisters). Today is our sister Jill's birthday.
Two words: goody bags. My lips are sealed, but my seals have lips.
Enough.
Happy birthday, Jill. With many, many more to follow.
-bill
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