Well (and I have to revise--I'M #1 in the sister list), so I was the one who had "the job." Working with sister #3, we almost convinced sister #2 she was adopted because she didn't look like us (we look like Dad, she looks like Mom). We would've succeeded, too, if she hadn't gone whining to our parents about it. It was perfect revenge, though, for sister #2 playfully shoving me against the car door & me falling out of the car....my last memory was her waving me buh-bye as they drove off without me (they came back & got me a few minutes later--that was a five-stitcher).
And we had to share clothes. And bedrooms.
Off to walk the dog before the game starts.