Zing Zing Sibling

I have been meaning to post on here for awhile but haven't felt up to it since life has been hectic lately. Not good.

But anyway, as the second eldest sibling, (big sister to one brother and four sisters), I often get asked a lot of questions that I would rather not be asked at all. When Rachael (11) came home and asked me about periods I took it as a compliment. Out of all the other females in the house she chose me to ask! Me! So I did the big sister thing and explained everything, gave her a few words of loving wisdom etc. etc.
I was pretty pleased with myself. That was until I looked back at her face whilst exiting the room. Eyes were as wide as saucers and her jaw seemed to have just dropped. From the look on her face you would've thought that I'd just walked into the room, pulled a kitten or puppy (whichever one you prefer) out of a bag and disemboweled it on the spot. Perhaps the: "Don't ever believe them when they say it's just 1tsp of blood! It never is! They are just lying to you!" was a bit too much. I should probably rethink my advice giving.

So, from then on I'd learnt to dodge questions. When watching a film, Annie (then aged 7) asked me what sex was, so, I just sat there and pretended I couldn't hear her. I hoped that she would forget the question. She didn't. So I told her, "You should probably ask mum when she gets in, yeah ask mum what sex is and she'll tell you when she gets in." Dodged.

The next question that I remember being asked was when I had to look after Linda (age 7) when she was ill. We decided to watch Hocus Pocus. Linda had never seen the film and I hadn't watched it since I was in single digits. When watching Hocus Pocus with an inquisitive 7 year old the word 'Virgin' seems to be said in every sentence. I could sense the question building up inside her and was shocked when we managed to get through the entire film without her once asking. I thought I'd gotten away with it. That was until I was making us something to eat in the kitchen. The conversation went something like this:

Linda: "Umm, Charlotte?"
Me: "Yes Linda?"
Linda: "What's a Virgin?"

Shit. What the fuck should I tell her? Quick! Say something. Tell her to ask mum, tell her to ask mum. Yeah leave it for mum to answer.

Me: "......That's quite weird actually Linda. I don't know what a Virgin is either."

So she stood there. Then she rolled her eyes.

Linda: "Whatever, Charlotte."
Me: "Ask mum when she gets in!"


This all really has nothing to do with anything but I thought I'd share it nontheless.

Love Charlotte

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