Memories of an Older Sister

So with the recent arrival of Jr. Mint, I've been thinking about when Daisy was born.

I was in first grade and I remember being a little disappointed when on the morning of June 4, I went to school and written in large letters across the chalkboard was "Price Flurry has a new baby sister!" After all, it took some of the thunder out of my chalkboard announcement the next day about my new baby sister.

I remember that not long after Daisy was born, when Mom and Daisy were still in the hospital, I was sick, or didn't feel well, or otherwise didn't want to go to school. I don't think I realized what kind of burden that put on Dad. But he worked it out and I went to the office with him and spent the day at Dad's desk and visiting with the ladies there.

Dad had a box of Ande's mint candies to give out--I remember having a few of them. I also remember having a conversation with one of the ladies at Dad's work about how I had a new sister. She asked how many brothers and sisters I had now. I told her. "Eight."

She thought, surely, that couldn't be right. After all, I was six (almost seven). What does a six-year-old know? Not how to count to 10, or how big her family is, apparently. Anyway, because she didn't think I could be right, she checked with Dad, who confirmed that sure enough, Daisy was number nine.