This coming weekend Oldest Kid and The Fiancé will be visiting, so I'm giving you a rare treat. A post and a half. This will be the half, but it does have a back story, so it's close to a full post.
We spent a chunk of this evening trying to find the bed in the spare bedroom (I still have a hard time calling it that after 2 years of it being empty) and part of it involved helping (watching) Youngest Kid filter through a bin of her papers from first through fourth grade. It was a great trip down Elementary School Memory Lane to look back on old photos and read things she had written when she was just a kid. Among the loot were a couple of partial diaries she started but never filled. Below is an entry which I couldn't help but share. Her sister was "excepted" to college and this was her version of preparing for the separation.
As far as that I want to be Erma Bombeck thing I've always had going on, I attribute the journal entry below to genetics, even if she doesn't really know Erma the way I do.