Margaret S
My sister Shawn is 18 years older than me, and on her 40th birthday, me and my other sister and my mom went to a really nice steak restaurant to celebrate, and she’s explaining that she’s having a lot of trouble reading Chicka, Chicka, Boom, Boom to her children. She says, “I swear to God, I’m dyslexic. This is ridiculous, I can’t read it,” and my mom says, “Shawn, you are dyslexic,” and I say “Happy Birthday!” So every year now on her birthday, I tell her “You were born with a 3rd nipple that was removed,” or “You had a conjoined twin,” some random stuff just to embarrass her.
