They Say It's Your Birthday
The young lass awakens to find that she has, at six years old, roughly the same problems she had when she was just five years and 364 days old: still two few pretty outfits in the closet; still too many spiky whiskers on Dad’s face for the goodbye kiss; and by the way, where is my cereal?
Wardrobe concerns in particular have been a thorn in the side of this one’s mom. Thirty lovely secondhand dresses, some acquired from an older cousin, others shipped across country by a friend whose girls have grown, ought to bring a measure of peace and harmony to the morning routine. Just don’t get caught trying to put the outfits back in rotation a second time because that won’t fly. Soon enough, someone will get the idea to open a dress rental shop for little girls, charging $1 per dress per day. The slogan: “Why bother owning when your youngster will wear the outfit only once anyway?” Or perhaps some savvy entrepreneur will design a line of paper dresses, which can be put in the recycle bin rather than the hamper at day’s end.
Meanwhile, the older brother doesn't mind leaving the house with a t-shirt on backwards and wearing mismatched socks. He probably even has pajama bottoms on under his trousers. Hard to imagine these two came from the same parents.