Only, her Daddy's laid up in bed with a bad
back, the most mobility he can manage is a
slow shuffle, 2 full minutes to get to the bathroom a mere
8 steps away from his bed. And I am actually the boss. I, the ever loving sister/aunt, am taking care of his daughters, darling, smart, precocious redheads, and (can you tell?) things aren't going to smoothly.
Moose is 4 going on 15, full of ideas and
manipulations and observations. Ricki is 2,
idolizing and snuggly and very easily reduced to
tears. I am 21, tired, and trying awfully hard to
come up with a new game to distract the three of us, testy females.
That's the fun in neices and nephews...
when they get too bossy I can give 'em back.
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