The Facts of Life.

      I have the pleasure of having a sister. She is ten. Naturally, being a mere child. She talks all the time. (A trait we both seem to share.) Part of her growing up is her incessant question asking. Why this? Why that? Are pregnant golfish really called twits? Can ducks really breathe out of their bums? (The answer to both of those is yes) Do narwhals really exist? (Dang straight they do) See? Always asking questions. Most recently though, her questions have got down to the "nitty gritty."(Nacho Libre quote) Like...this.

"Mishae, when will I hit puberty?" 

*shudder* The "P" word already?! "You're like ten Ashlin. Don't worry about that yet" *eye twitch*

"But really. I want to know. How do I know when I finally hit *&%$#!@"  (censored because the fact that my little sister knows what that means, FREAKS ME OUT) 

Now, when the conversation hits this part, I'm yelling at her to just go to bed already and stop asking me questions. As I roll over and have a little spaz attack. *spasm* But I have to face this. So I tell her loads of junk that is really a blur and not worth mentioning. It's a little awkard TO mention. Besides, I like to keep my blog at a family friendly rating. And I give her details and it's all very disgusting. But the reason I am blogging this, is because sometimes. Well. Life happens. And you have to deal with it. My little sister is growing up. And it scares the crunch outta me. But that is a Fact of Life.  Your siblings will grow up. And it's scary. Ducks can breathe out of their bums. And THAT is scary. Sometimes you have to face the inevitable, because that's life. So my advice is to relax. Things will happen. Your little sister will grow up. She might get bigger than you. (in more places than one. *shudder*) And that's life. But you need to go with the flow. Eat some chocolate. (Heck yes I do) and when the inevitable happens, be able to look yourself in the mirror and say:
                             "That's my Life"