Once upon a cold October morning, I, Little Miss, was born. The world had been a dark place up until that point. The Evil Queen (mommy) and Big Bad Wolf (daddy) ruled the kingdom together and they controlled everything: the TV, their bed, the meals. Everything. It was sad. And then I came into the world and the whole planet lit up for me. I was a spunky princess from the start. I was so amazing that my parents couldn't sleep for the first 6 months. I was the center of their universe - their shinning star. Every smile, laugh, and roll rocked their planets. And then things changed. I was 17 months old and she arrived. She took away my glory. She stole the spotlight. She would eventually become both my best friend and my arch nemesis. She was my baby sister, Blondie (who wasn't even blond at birth).
When she came home, things took a real turn. I wasn't alone anymore. I went from being the queen of the castle to being Cinderella, pre-prince. Yes, my parents still gave me kisses, still praised every new thing I learned, still cuddled me when I needed comfort. But they also started saying "no" more. "No, put your sister down." "No, you cannot have her binky." "No, get back here!" "No, no, no, no!" Ug. It's still painful to think about.
To make matters worse, one warm summer day (about a year ago), when I was three, they introduced another kid. As if one sibling wasn't enough! They named this fuzzy-headed, fussy little guy Captain Fussy Pants. He has become the Evil Queen's main man. She spends most of her day chasing that crazy boy and makes me help her ALL THE TIME. When she's not flying across the room to rescue my brother from one of his insane stunts, she's demanding that Blondie and I clean up our toys, eat our veggies, stop hitting each other and go to bed. Terrible.
For this reason, I have made it my mission to take back the throne. I'm not sure how I will do this, but I'll figure it out. And I'm pretty sure I can convince Blondie to be my little henchman. I'll let you know when I my evil plan is hatched and we officially form a coup. Let the games begin.
Ta-ta for now,
Little Miss
