Who knew?

I've decided that having a step-daughter is kinda like having a sister.  I know its not that way for some people but Little J is just cooler than those other step daughters.  When I start really getting upset that I don't get to spend as much time with S as I'm used to, little J pops in and gives me a taste of my relationship with S when she was 6 and I was 9. 

First of all, Little J thinks I'm awesome.  6 year old S thought I was pretty awesome too.  Who am I kidding, 20 something S still thinks I'm awesome.

Little J NEVER shuts up. As long as its just the two of us in the car or in the house she will chat ALL. DAY. LONG. When S and I were younger we could start chatting when we woke up and a few hours later we'd still be in the same spot where we had managed to lead into story after story of things that were important to our 6 and 9 year old selves. Little J does the same thing...that kid does not have a secret in the world she hasn't felt compelled to tell me. 

S and I used to get in trouble at night for talking too much.  We went to bed at 8:00 every night promptly after the theme song from COPS played through the ending credits.  Papa C did not give bed time warnings or warnings of any kind for that matter and we KNEW that the ending of COPS was our cue to get our butts to bed. We would take ourselves to bed and that girl would not stop talking.  Even though we would talk to each other all day every day we still had things to say for hours when it was time for bed until one of us finally said "I'm going to sleep. Stop talking."

Little J and I stayed at my parents house this weekend and slept in S's bed since she was gone.  I almost forgot it wasn't S chatting away keeping me awake until 2:30 in the morning in our childhood bedroom.  Add to that the grinding of the teeth and snoring as she slept, Little J transformed into S until it was time to wake up and she turned down eating breakfast.  The fact that she turned down a meal was my only indication that she was in fact not my sister.