Rough Life

On Thursday we went to the library. We were there for over 2 hours. Naturally, as we were getting in the car, Alex started fussing... he was hungry and tired and God knows what else. The following conversation takes place:

Gaby: (sigh) It's hard having a little brother.
Mom: Hard for who? You or me?
Gaby: Me, mommy. It's hard for me.
Mom: Oh yeah?
Gaby: Yeah, He cries all the time and I have to listen to it.
Mom: Oh yeah?
Gaby: Yeah, I should have had a baby sister.
Mom: Oh Yeah?
Gaby: Yeah, they don't cry and I could play with her all the time. Alex cries and he cries loud and I can't always play with him.
Mom: Well, you do have a baby sister... she's right there.
Gaby: She's not a baby sister. She's a big kid sister and I don't always want to play with her.
(sigh) Yeah, it's hard having a baby brother!

Poor Gaby!