And then it would dawn on me. I thought I might just kidnap my niece and spare myself all the trouble and aggravation. Why risk having a child you might not like when there's already an existing child you adore? At first, my older sister, Lynn, was entertained by such displays of my passionate aunthood. Then, as the first year passed and moved into the second, and Nicole -- "the Pickle" -- became more and more of an animal, Lynn began to really latch on to the idea. But each display of histrionics only made me covet her more.
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