Dear Hagen,
I'm sorry to tell you this, but you have become your sister's trained monkey. You guys play so well together these days, because she concocts these elaborate scenarios and then gives you your line reading - "What if you said, 'I can't go under that bridge - there's a troll down there?'" - and you mimic it exactly. Recently, she's added musical performances to your repertoire; she sings a little and then points to you when it's your time to chime in. She is Gladys Knight and you are all the Pips.
Your dad and I have decided to let all this slide, because:
1) It doesn't seem to bother you.
2) You're actually learning songs in record time.
3) One day, you are going to be the World's Most Patient Husband (and your sister will turn up at all your romantic anniversary dinners to remind your future spouse, "I taught him that!")
Love,
Mom
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