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 ..."