Yesterday Belle came home from camp and announced:
“Beth [her counselor] asked if me and sissy are real sisters. I said yes, because duh, what else would we be.”
I was at once annoyed with the counselor for asking something so personal, and proud of my girl’s answer, even if she didn’t really understand the meaning behind the question.
Later, after dinner, I brought it up with both girls and asked if anyone else had ever asked if they were real sisters, and what did they think that meant. Krystal supposed it meant that they weren’t step-sisters or friends, but she clearly didn’t really have any idea*. I prodded by asking what sorts of things did sisters do? What let you know that two people were sisters?
The list we came up with was that sisters have the same parents (check), love each other sometimes (check), drive each other crazy (check and check) and are a family (check-a-rooni).
Yep, my daughters are real sisters, all right.
* I also explained what people really meant when they asked the question.
What an insensitive clod! Good for you for raising them in such a way that a dope like that didn’t faze them!
You might want to mention that incident to camp personnel, just in passing. I’m sure that would NOT be condoned. Or it shouldn’t be. I bet Beth didn’t ask any other siblings that question.