Choosing a little based on her ability to fit in your hand-me-downs. TSM.

Reciting your chapter’s purpose in your dream, but forgetting the words when you’re awake. TSM.

Knowing your little was up to no good when you get the “Biiiiiiiiig” text in the morning. TSM.

Every text from your little starting out “Help!” TSM.

Your “sixth sense” being your ability to peg any guy for his fraternity, before even being introduced. TSM.

“I’m on this new Starbucks and wine cleanse.” TSM.

Verbalizing the word “hashtag” in your daily speech. TSM.

Having one hundred ways to say “Fuck you,” without ever saying “Fuck you.” TSM.

We’re the kind of crazy people wish they could be. TSM.