Christmas at my maternal grandmother's in North Jersey. That other kid is my brand new baby sister (well, she's 11 months here), Erin. She's the one getting married in January - so grown up. :)
My hair was curly for lots of special occasions when I was little. I remember all crowding into the bathroom on Sunday mornings before church, Mom in her fluffy purple bathrobe. She'd curl both Aileen and my hair, and if we were lucky, only one of us got their ears burned.
She claims that the ear burns were few and far-between, but I say we trust my sketchy, 20-year-old memories instead.
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