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Carol looked at Dad and me, then burst out laughing, and whispered, "You have to go to the baby's room. Jeff just hung her a present on the wall."

Jeff yelled from down the hall, "I hear you laughing, Carol. It's not funny! It's not a funny present."

[...]

"It's an excellent poster," Jeff wailed. "I saved my money for it. I sent away for it and I didn't tell anybody because I wanted it to be a surprise for my baby brother." He gave my father an angry look. "Dad, you said I could treat a sister just the way I'd treat a brother. That she'd play ball with me and everything. So I'm giving her the poster even though she's not a brother." He finished his speech by mumbling, "But I don't think she'd ever going to be big enough to do anything."

I love my brother. he's an original.

[...]

Carol held Gracie out to Jeff. He took her very carefully, held her in the crook of his arm, and faced her toward the poster.

"Gracie, that's Michael Jordan," he said. "He's our hero."