

Daddy and Mommy got used to alot of crying and giggling when we were little. I didn't know that this was unusual until one time, Uncle Orlando carried us to Georgia's to get some Sunday donuts and pastries. We were sitting in the backseat and Brian and Glen were in the front. They kept turning around looking at us giggle. Why are you looking at us? Uncle told them, that's alright boys, that's what girls do, they giggle.
We played tickle contests where the person who giggled out loud got a spanking, because Dad had just come in from work and he couldn't take the noise of the giggling. We played staring contests where we would try not to blink at eachother, but mostly, we danced.
I wonder if you girls remember the nights that we stayed up with the mirror as a spotlight doing shows for one another.
I can't even listen to the Jackson's Christmas songs or Johnny Mathis without crying and imagining the bunch of us pretending to be reindeer running around the living room.
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