My sister has been digging through family photos and scanning them and sharing them all over. This is me and my dad's bear arm.


Once Becky was old enough to be dressed like me, my mom dressed her like me. At least I got to wear green. There was, also, a matching pair of sparkly pink shirts with giant cat faces and big rhinestones.

I like to think that if I ever had babies (unlikely), I would not submit them to such indignities. But we all know such cyclical behavior is inevitable. When we don't know what else to do, we become our parents.