Sisters

I have three sisters (and three brothers).  The four girls shared one bedroom growing up. The two older sisters shared a bed, and I shared one with my younger sister Mary.  Mary was afraid of the dark, so she would wake me up and ask me to go to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night.  Now, being the enterprising girl, I decided that if I was going to be getting up, I was going to get something for it. Mary had a doll I was jealous of.  A Toodles doll.  The 1958 American Character doll had "high cheek color and flirty eyes" that opened and closed. She made noise when you squeezed her.  (You can check it out on eBay.) Mary got it from Santa, but I didn't get one. So I told Mary that every time I got up with her she had to give me part of her doll.  An arm, a leg, a finger, like that.  I kept track of every part I got, and eventually we got to the point where I finally owned the entire doll.  I made Mary give it to me.  The little crybaby went to Mom and Mom gave me a stern lecture and made me give the doll back to Mary. I wouldn't get up with her anymore after that.  She had to learn to "hold it." Luckily she did.  We shared a bed, remember?  Maybe I should buy one on eBay. Naw, it just wouldn't be the same as when I earned it.