My Little Sister

My 13 year old cousin, Rachel, is going to move to Chicago (from Lafayette, LA) at the end of this month. Starting the 8th grade at a new school (in a big city from what your're use to) isn't exactly an ideal situation. So, I thought it would be fun to take her to get a hair cut. Since we're in Dallas (Coppell to be exact), I didn't really know of any good places to take her, so after some research, we settled on Creative Cuts. Afterwards we went shopping wear I bought more work shoes and accessories for work. She got herself some very trendy sunglasses and some accessories as well. We had a very enjoyable time, and I thought to myself, "I've had myself a great time. I'd love to have a little sister." Then I thought some more and realized... No I don't want a little sister. I enjoy having a little cousin where we can do "big/little sister" type things because I'd prefer to be the younger sister.

Another daunting thought:
Before Rachel got her hair cut, I described to Dora (the haircutter) exactly how I wanted her to cut Rachel's hair. While she was cutting, I watched her like a HAWK. I think I was more nervous than Rachel. I could see myself as a psycho parent making sure every hair on my kid's head is cut perfectly. Then the thought of parenthood freaked me out even more. Good thing I have a ways to go on that.