Yes my sister talks to much. I try and stop her but apparently slapping her over the head makes it worse. She wont shush. One time mumma was on the toilet doing the longest wee ever, and i was trying to grab the chocolate white buttons on the top shelve of the breakfast bar, but then molly started crying, i mean proper crying. Mumma put me on the naughty chair...again.
It is quite hard being a bigger brother. When it was just me i could get away with anything. climbing on the table, eating of the floor and the bin and finding random adult thing to chew, putting an artistic hand-print picture on the tv. Now i cant open a single item, slobber on a single bit of cable or made drawing circle on the white doors, all because of my darling sister!
If only i could be taller...
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