Now for my other gripe: what happened to me being the star of the show? I used to be the center of my parents' attention: getting cuddled whenever I wanted it, enticing my Mommy to play tug-of-war with me with my stuffed toys, and getting to sit on Daddy's lap whenever I desired. Now, I find my little sister getting cuddled and in my Daddy's lap. What gives?
Now look where I am now . . . between Daddy's legs on the floor. And look who gets cuddled -- the little brat. Hey, I was here first!