Santa just visited a Cub Scout Pack and all the big sisters told me, um him, that they had been beating up on their brothers! So much for sugar and spice and everything nice! :shock:
That’s what big sisters do, they think that’s what younger brothers are for.
Somebody needs to buy Santa a cheeseburger.
Oatmeal rasin cookies, please. 
Cookies, cake, ice cream, cheesburger and sweetpotato fries!!!
Have a one year old granddaughter that rules over her one year OLDER brother, go figure.
It was funny how the girls all readily admitted to whupping up on their brothers with a few trying to justify that they only did it because their brother had started it. The boys, however, were all angels. They NEVER whupped up on their sisters. One boy swore up and down he had been SO good! I asked him if his mother was there and he pointed her out. Then I said, “Should I ask her how good you have been?” A look of absolute terror came over his face. :lol:
One of the girls leaned over and whispered, “I didn’t think Santa was real, but how did you know I had a brother?!?” I replied, “I bet he’s a Cub Scout, too!” The lightbulb went on and she smiled and said, “OH!, DUH!”
It is always a load of fun.
Something I have noticed is the guys who don’t have older sisters are generally good cooks. My sister is a great cook, no body ever taught me to cook anything, although I like to try when my wife isn’t watching, she was an older sister too.
I think having a older sister makes it a little easier for the oldest son on dad’s expectations. My sister like to introduce me as her oldest brother, which is correct but she’s 4 years older than I am.
Merry Christmas Kevin… I mean Santa