Proof that my sister is afraid of Santa.

For some reason, my sister wanted this picture of the two us seeing Santa Claus in Christmas of 1968. That means I was 4, and my sister was 3.

There are other pictures where I’m torturing her, but those pictures aren’t getting scanned in.

I went out running to day and caught up with a friend of mine. Well, I couldn’t just pass her by, so I slowed down. Patti Finke would have been proud. She’s always trying to get people to slow down. Well, slow down and run further. Since I’m not running the long distances any more, I’m probably don’t have to slow down that much. Ah, the joys of being a slug.

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3 Responses to Proof that my sister is afraid of Santa.

  1. megan says:

    That’s friggin’ beautiful!! Who knew Mariko was afraid of anything!?!?!! And look how you aren’t even phased by her terror!

  2. Rachael says:

    Oh. My. God. That’s hysteria-inducing. Or, that is, her hysteria is hysterical. Damn, I wish I had a picture like that on my sister.

  3. amy says:

    C’mon, post the ones of you terrorizing her!!! 😉

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