Hi, my name is Kate. Most everyday, the brothers place me in the middle of the family room and situate all of my dolls around me. Around here baby dolls are a novelty. Before I came along this family was used to trains, trucks, matchbox cars, light sabers and all things boy. She probably won't like me telling you this, but my mom spends more time picking out my outfits everyday than she does her own! She says it's because my rolls are still cute. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I've got each member in this family wrapped around my little finger. My daddy is probably the worst of the bunch. Ever since I was born he's called me his "Little Lady". I cry, they come, I wimper, they come, they are never far away. Don't worry, I'm tough too. That youngest brother of mine sometimes thinks he's a cowboy and I'm his bucking bronco. And those older two, they've gotten me out of my crib a time or two and taken me downstairs, but not to worry Nana, I mangaged just fine. It's not a bad gig being the only girl in the family. My mom always tells people when they say how good I am that she deserves me. Now don't be thinking that she's being pompous, if you'd been around the last 6 years you'd probably agree. Love, Kate
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