But before we start, I'd like you to note how, in this first picture, my sister and I are clearly different colors:
This is important, trust me. Hold that thought while I make sure my little sister knows her place. Heehee.
Hmm. I'm not really sure whose head is whose in that last picture...
You see how my sister is being dragged through the dirt there? Hold that thought in your mind...
And do you see the dust we are kicking up in that last picture? Hold that thought, too.
Okay, so after several rounds of me showing my sister who's boss, we both got brushed down (because of the aforementioned dust), and came inside.And then Mom noticed this:
After rolling around in the dust, my little blonde sister is Not Blonde Any More!!! Seriously. We are both the same color right now. That is Abby in that picture - you can tell from the collar. Dad had a guitar lesson tonight so giving Abby a bath wasn't in the cards, but Mom and Dad figured that if she stayed the same color after being vigorously brushed (and she was), she probably wasn't going to get the house too much dustier than it already is.But it also means that we get to go swimming tomorrow!!!
In the meantime, I'm going to look around for Rod Serling, because it's a little creepy to have my sister looking like a bigger-boned version of my Most Attractive red-haired self.
*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the (temporarily red) Hippobottomus
**Okay, this actually took place during the day, but that just doesn't have the same ring to it.
