Little Sister
OOOF. Hey scooter toots. Oh, I love you, too. Sweet kisses. Ok. OK, slobber. Help. SLOBBER! GAH!
BUT I LIKE TO SHOW MY LOVE THROUGH FREQUENT APPLICATIONS OF MY SALIVA. IS THAT WRONG?
Rosie, you want to take a picture with Mama? Look right here! See the camera? Smile for the camera! Smile! Rosie! Psst! Rosie! Smile for Mama! Give me a big smile! Rosie! Rosie! Rosie!
I don’t want to alarm you or anything, but there is a very tiny Mama up there in your hand and I swear she is talking to me. I cannot. look. away.
Rosie Mae, those are Noah’s things. You be careful now. Gentle! Gentle touch!
I know, I’m just gonna look at this one thing. And also maybe taste it. And then fling it to the floor. Gently, though, Mama! I will fling gently!
ROSIE MAE.
Look at all these toys over here just for you. Those are Noah’s things. They’re not for you to fling. Not for Rosie. For Noah.
What do these words mean, “not for Rosie?”
You need to leave Noah’s things be. He is very good about sharing, but when you start in with all the flinging, he gets a little less excited about you messing with his stuff. So, you know, lay off a little with the big brother toy meddling for now, okay?
Ok. But Mama. There’s just one thing you may want to look at down here.
What is it, scoots?
Well…
Oh, Rosie.
Do you think he’ll be mad?
Well, no, I guess he won’t really be mad. He loves you. After all, you are his little sister.
November 19, 2009 4 Comments










