January
16, 2004
“You up yet Big
Brother?” Kenni asked as she peered into his face looking as closely as she
could. The eight year old Barbic turned to his sister and gently pushed her
away and told her to leave him alone and that if she didn’t lay back down that
she could go sleep in her bed.
“But I wanna hear
about Mamma and Papa again.” She told him in a half whine.
“I’ll tell you when
I get up so please Kenni do ask I ask.
“Promise?”
“Yes, Now go!” Sticking out her bottom lip said
“Fine!” As she stomped her way out
of the room slamming the door behind.
Making him jump halfway out of his bed.
“KENYA!” he yelled
before laying back down and going back to sleep for a couple more hours. He got
that pleasure a tad bit longer before The little girl flew back in.
“Okay Big Brother its later tell me! Tell me!”
“”Kenya when I said
later I meant when I got up. Now go and find something to do before I go tell
Mamma that you won’t let me sleep.
Eyes wide she
started to protest against it.
“I tell Mamma that
you mean!” She shouted heading back out the door. Groaning Timmy got up out of
bed and took hold of his sister and drug her down the hall, I happen to be
heading that direction to see what was going on. Covering my
mouth to hide the laugh at the site of Timmy dragging the small girl to her
room, telling her to stay there.
Kenya looked straight at me and asked,
“He can do that?”
“Yes he can Kenni, he’s older than you, and I gave him that
permission.”
“That’s not fair!
NOT FAIR!”
“Kenni, stop it and go
sit on your bed like your suppose to.” I told her before I headed out of the
room.