My Little Sister Can T Possibly Be This Cute

Okay, let's be real. I have a little sister. She's technically related to me.

Everyone always says she’s the cutest. I hear it everywhere. From Grandma to the checkout lady at the grocery store. It’s exhausting!

Is This Just Me?

Am I the only one who doesn't get it? I mean, she's fine. A perfectly acceptable small human.

But the absolute cutest? The pinnacle of adorableness? I'm not seeing it. Maybe I'm biased. Siblings, right?

The "Cute" Offenses

First, there's the bow situation. Giant bows. Always. Like a small, pastel-colored antenna farm attached to her head.

People gush. I cringe. It's a bow. On a head. Earth-shattering cuteness? I think not.

Then there's the babbling. Yes, she's learning to talk. "Goo goo ga ga" is apparently captivating. To me, it sounds like a malfunctioning robot.

And the outfits! Oh, the outfits. Ruffles upon ruffles. Sequins galore. My eyeballs are staging a revolt.

Apparently, dressing like a miniature Vegas showgirl equals ultimate cuteness. Who knew?

The Unpopular Opinion

I think it's a conspiracy. A global cuteness conspiracy. Designed to make siblings feel inadequate.

It has to be. There's no other logical explanation.

Maybe it's the rose-tinted glasses everyone else is wearing. The ones that filter out the tantrums. And the sticky fingers. And the questionable fashion choices.

I see all of it. The unfiltered version. The real version. And while I love her, I maintain my stance.

Sibling Solidarity (Sort Of)

Don't get me wrong, I protect her. Fiercely. If anyone else dares to criticize her bow collection, I will unleash the fury of a thousand suns.

That's my job. Big brother duty and all that. But I get to have this opinion.

It's like complaining about your own family. Only you are allowed to do it. Everyone else needs to back off.

The Verdict

So, to the world at large, keep your "awws" and "so cuties" to yourselves. At least when I'm around.

I’m building up an immunity to her perceived charms. It is hard work. Give a guy a break.

My little sister? She's not that cute. She's just... my little sister. And that's perfectly acceptable. At least, to me.

Maybe one day I'll see what everyone else sees. The blinding cuteness. The irresistible charm. But probably not.

In the meantime, I'll continue to roll my eyes at the bows. And secretly admire her ability to manipulate adults with a single, well-placed giggle. Don't tell her I said that.

This might be unpopular. But hey, someone has to say it. And that someone, apparently, is me.

Perhaps you secretly agree? Tell me I'm not alone!

Consider this my official statement. I will not retract it.

My little sister? Overrated.