As grown as she likes to pretend she is, I know she loves it when I pay attention to her and I felt a slight pang at the fact that I'd been caught up in my own world so much lately that I hadn't been the best big sister in the world. "Hey do you want to hang out with us this weekend?" I could sidetrack her for the first night, but after, there was no reason she couldn't be part of the fun.
"Really?" She whipped her head around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. And the look in her eyes, like she'd been given the Barbie doll she'd been dying for, (she's still a Barbie freak), made me happy that I'd thought to ask.
"Of course, we'll have lots of fun. Unless you already made plans with your friends." She's usually out at a friend's for a sleepover of her own Miss. Social butterfly. S
