At first after she's born, I hate my
sister Karen more than anything. She cries all the time, and she
poops her diapers. And the grown-ups don't notice how disgusting she
is, they just keep on liking her. They take millions of pictures of
her. They never take pictures of Linda or me any more, but all Karen has to do is sit there, and out comes the camera, because that's
apparently the cutest thing in the world. She sleeps in her crib. I
want to know! How is that special? I sleep too, and no one ever
wants to take a picture of me. She washes dishes. What's so big
about that? Don't I do the same thing practically every night?
