Normally, I do the whole 'shine by comparison' effortlessly. It has something to do with being a big sister (and an awesome one at that). But every once in a while, I stumble on a new way to make the younger ones look bad. Take tonight for instance...I haven't felt well all day but Mom is making cookies.
So I stumble into the kitchen and I ask my mom, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
At which point she mutters something about no one else asking and just like stepping in dog poo, I instantly know what I've done. Sure enough, a few minutes later Judi comes upstairs, "Thanks for the guilt trip you sponsored."
Now I'm hiding from other younger sibs in the hopes that they won't come at me with pitch forks and torches. We'll see...