My family

My brother is sick, but he is still sort of interesting.

My sister smiles a whole bunch and sometimes she jumps at you and her hair looks like springs sticking out of her head...in a good way, like a sun shiney good way.

My Baba is also sick, which I feel like is a really rare thing. When he gets sick it sometimes looks like his face is sliding off of his head, it gets really long. He wears his blue and black stripped robe and reads the paper and eats avgolemono by the bucketfull. He sometimes trotts after you and will flipflap smack you on the shoulder or butt or head and then challenge you to a game of foosball....which he thinks he is good at.

My Mama is the sweetest, cutest, word mispronounciest, wonderful, spirited woman. If she can't make you smile, well, then you are doomed. I think the government should hire her....for whatever.