Sunday, August 7, 2011

Favorite Headline: Strange Children Cry Rocks.

Never leak your plans to the youngest Sib. This is cardinal rule number one. A rule I violated when I gave the kid an advance peek at my first post.

"Oh," She said, "That's hysterical, but you can't post THAT on the web. "

Well crap. I sighed, dropped my mini masterpiece into the draft column and thought what next. Then I had a vision of wild dandelion hair and glittering blue eyes.

"Stop chasing your sister."

Chase her? I was going to kill her. Sliding a furtive look at Mom, I thundered after the brat, whose chubby legs were pumping up and down as she made her escape. She was naked.

She was always naked.

So I wasn't alarmed when she sat on the small of my back to watch Boris and Natasha outsmart Bullwinkle. Still in my swim suit, I sprawled on the carpet, chin in my hands and ignored her.

Then a warm trickle hit the small of my back. Slid down my side.

What? And then it hit me, I howled and lept to my feet. 

Already on the run, she shot past my mother with a feral grin.

In the hallway, I almost caught her, but theres not much to grab on a naked toddler. My fingers were inches from her hair when Dad stepped out of his office. She slammed into his legs, clinging and crying now that she had a sympathetic audience.

"Kelly Louise, go to your room."

My mouth fell open. Didn't he understand. "But, she ... she ..."

"She's a baby." He patted her back and gave me a long patient look. "You're a fifth grader. She looks up to you."

Outraged, I heaved a sigh. "But ..."

Dad's brows rose. Safe in his arms, my sister smirked.

Narrowing my eyes, I stomped to my room and slammed the door against the frame.

"Kelly Louise ..."

5 comments:

  1. very easy to see writing... enjoyable story...
    what a cute brat your sister is....

    oh, and thanks for following me.... honestly, thanks.

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  2. Hmm, well she's still cute and still a brat, but she's all mine :0

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  3. Too bad she didn't have a wee bit (ha!) left to release while safe in your father's arms.

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  4. Aaah, I just spewed coffee. What a visual!

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