Tickling the Intellect

Birthdays are big in my family. We tend to make a bit of fuss, as ably demonstrated by H, the little scamp! Happily, I was properly fêted all weekend and am feeling quite good about returning to work and waiting another year before I can whine "But it's my birthday" to do whatever I want while encouraging other people to do things for me. I'm also feeling good about the next bit.

A friend sent me a link to an article from the New York Times on Friday, and it's simply perfect: Study Says Eldest Children Have Higher IQs

Take the article with a smallish grain of salt, though for my purposes, it's bang on. I have a lot of life experience, and I often - very sweetly - offer sound advice to my siblings when I feel they need it. (In no way do I resemble this guy.) So really, the best present of all is knowing that when I say to my sisters "here's what you do" or "if I were you", they should rightly listen to me. FACE.

For all their teasing, my sisters really do know my likes:

* Actually given to M, who can't wait to use it


** Actually drunk by M & company


*** Actually given to M - 31 delicious pieces of candy! Her dentist can soon finance his cottage.