Last time I was explaining what a great thing it could be to have a sister. But most of the positive stuff I could think of (girlfriends and the like) is in the distant future, so I was skeptical. In the meantime, however, I have seen a whole new world of opportunities: for example, your sister comes with a pacifier - really, that's how they come. And that at a time when your parents are trying to take yours away! So you just tell them: "This is not fair - how can she have one, but not me?" And they just give up. Easy-peasy.
Of course, she has her own merits, and I like her more and more. She mostly lies on her back and stares at the ceiling, or makes weird sounds. Then she wants something of me, but I have no idea what. I go, "Tell me, Kiki, what do you want? I'll do it whatever it is, but you have to tell me, I am no master of telepathy!" (that's a cool word I heard on the TV). But daddy tells me she can't talk yet. But I can! Why can't she? Well, he says, you also didn't talk when you were a baby. I have no memory of that, but I find it hard to believe.
When Kiki was not born yet, mommy was an unmovable object. Well - not really. I mean, she moves a lot, it is her nature to be incapable of staying still. Women in her family are apparently like that - they are afraid if they sit for too long, they may rot away, so they move around constantly. But I'm digressing - I meant to say that we didn't go to cool places out of the city as much as before, because she needed to rest, and we needed to be close to the center in case she starts giving birth, so that there is a doctor or at least a veterinarian around. But now that Kiki is out, we started going places again. For instance, when babicka a dedecek were here last week, we went to this horse farm, and I got to ride a horse while Kiki was sleeping on daddy! Idyllic my life is, I'm telling you that. I said - I'm telling you that!
Generally speaking, I think we are a cooler family now. For example, when we go out, now both mommy and daddy have something to do - one takes care of Kika, the other of me. These days I usually sit behind daddy on his bike, and mommy pushes Kiki's stroller. Then we parade around Frankfurt and hope at least someone would appreciate what a beautiful family we are. Hasn't happened yet, but hope dies last. Ah, and by the way - this is Evicka. She is mommy's friend and my girlfriend. But mommy doesn't know yet. Come to think of it - neither does Evicka.
On the occasion of me being the big brother, mommy and daddy decided to dress me in some funny clothes that my daddy and his daddy used to sport on special occasions like this one. I put a brave face and tried to look like an angel, which was the whole point, I'm sure.
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