Tuesday, April 22, 2008


It’s not her fault; she just can’t help it.

And I’m not bothered by it at all. Not resentful in the least. In fact, I think it’s pretty charming. I suppose that if she had a choice, she wouldn’t have a favorite, but she doesn’t have a choice—for Whitney is the only logical option.

Whitney is my mother’s favorite daughter for (I believe) the following reasons:

First, Whitney produced the one and only grandchild and is in the last phases of production for the next.

Second, um, second . . . okay, I can’t think of a second. The only reason that Whitney is mom’s favorite kid is because she has kids.

Sorry, dear Whitney.

I don’t. Have kids, that is. Neither do my other four sisters. But say all the rest of us are barren (the odds of which are astronomical but comical)—does that mean we’ll always be second rung beneath the Whitney sister? (With all of us on one rung I’m worried about it breaking from the weight, but if we’re not pregnant, we’ll be that much lighter anyhow and won't have to worry about killing our unborn child if we fall on our burgeoning bellies.)

I mean, it’s not our fault.

Disclaimer: All this barren business is in theory, of course, as—to my knowledge—none of us are now or have tried to reproduce. And I mean you really better not have tried, Hay, Mal, and Lo.


Sue said...

Actually it's a four way tie for first place: Mark, Ethan, Tadd, & Jon.

cat+tadd=sam said...

Jon is no where near being the front runner, how dare she. He ain't even one of us yet!

Megan said...

Right on, Kit.

Thanks for thinking of that, because my depression at being ninth or tenth on the list pushed me to overlook that little detail.