(Forgive the Dickens rip-off!)
BigBrother and my father came to pick us up at the hospital.
I was put in the backseat in a basket.
My mother said to BigBrother, “This is your little sister, Robin.”
“ROBIN! That’s a BIRD’S name!” was his reply.
A few days later he inquired when they were going to take me back to the hospital!
And I’ve been a thorn in his side ever since.
(Just doin' a little sis's job!! LOL)