Whatever Munchkin has, you want, too. Whatever Munchkin does, you want to do, too. This desire has manifested in many ways, not the least of which is demanding a barrette in your hair whenever we’re doing Munchkin’s.
Your antics last night at dinner were particularly entertaining. Munchkin left her seat to hop across the floor. You left your seat and followed, striving to imitate her. Munchkin stood on her chair, so did you. Munchkin banged her fork on her plate. You had already dropped your fork on the floor, so you picked up your plate and banged it on the table. Then, in the pièce de résistance, Munchkin pulled her long sleeve over her left hand and playfully waved it around. You were wearing short sleeves, but you are one determined mimic. You struggled to pull your entire right arm into your shirt in a not-quite-perfect mirror image.
I can remember being irritated with my little sister a lot because I felt like she was constantly copying me. Munchkin is already showing signs of annoyance sometimes, but a lot of the time, she doesn’t even notice. I’m sure there will be many more incidents over the years, and she’ll notice more as she matures.
I’ll try to help her understand what my mom always told me, though it didn’t sink in until I was an adult: “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
Peanut, you adore your sister. It’s plain as the nose on your face. She loves you, too. And it melts your Mama’s heart.