WORKIN’ that 9 year age gap

My sister, Kasey, was born when I was 9. I still remember the day my dad woke me up and said, “Holly, wake up, you have a little sister.” Awwww. And he brought me McDonald’s. Score and double score. Of course I associate my sister with McDonald’s. In fact, I call her K-Mac. Wait, that has more to do with our last name. Details…whatever. So being an older sister is a novel concept, but one of the truly awesome qualities it brings out is EXTREME competitiveness. Am I alone on this? Allow me to share.