“‘Kay…” Ceasing her movements, the girl asked, “Aren’tcha ‘nnoyed by it or somethin’?”

“Not at all.” As her brother set to getting the new diaper prepared, he explained, “It’s just something you can’t help, and you don’t deserve to have it held against you. Especially since you can be very sweet when you get past it.”

“Buh do –” Karen didn’t get to finish whatever question or statement she had in mind there, as her brother set to applying power and made her break off into giggles.

“Heheh… Whatcha to smell nice and clean for the party, don’t we?” said Dillion teasingly. After he finished the power, he folded up the diaper and began taping it into place, “What’s with all these questions anyway? You don’t want me to be mean to you or something do you?”

“Nuh-uh,” replied Karen, plucking her thumb out and sitting up, “Jus’ think bein’ a good big bwudda must be hard…”

“Not really.” Smiling encouragingly, he offered, “Come on, let’s take a little detour to the bathroom so I can wash my hands.”

“Kay.”

Karen couldn’t remember exactly what a bathroom was, but she figured it was something okay if her brother was willing to take her to it. She was curious what to think, though, when he told her, “Heh, I bet if given the chance you’d be a great big sister too.”

“…. Hm.” Squirming uncomfortably, Karen replied “I ‘unno…”

Turned out the bathroom was the potty room, but there was also a sink Karen didn’t notice before. Her brother moved to it at once and began washing his hands, and not wanting to be separated from him for too long, the girl plopped down on the funny white chair Mommy had gotten in here.

Erm… Potty. That’s what she meant.

It’s not all that hard,” replied the boy with a shrug. “You just need to be nice and take care of someone when they can’t take care of themselves, that’s all. That’s why you were asking about another baby earlier, right?”

“Uh… Guess’o.” After sticking her finger in her mouth, Karen chewed on it awkwardly before explaining, “Dun’ f’ink I’d be a very good’un. How do ya nah get mad ’bout cwyin’ and poopy an’ stuff?”

Dillion turned from the sink while the water continued to come down onto his hands, grinning as he quickly explained, “Because I love you, silly.”

“Mm….” Karen was about to open her mouth to try and figure out what to say to that when she realized she had her blanket over her head. Standing up off the toilet, and realizing in that moment that she was lying down, she attempted to push it off, only to have setting sunlight hit her eyes.

“Nn…” Plucking her finger self-consciously out of her mouth, the girl noted, “What a weird dream…”

Before she got up, Karen shook her head to try and free herself of thoughts of the encounter. “That was weird, and felt way too real.”

Still, there was no doubt about the fact that it was in fact a dream. She couldn’t help, however, to take a stray look and feel around to ensure she had on proper underwear – and indeed, she quite thankfully did.

“Thank goodness,” noted the girl in relief. “Would suck being stuck pooping my pants all day…”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, the girl ran over the events of the occurrence in her head. Really… when he was mature, Dillion was kinda cool. Granted, that was like nine years off but still…

So now she was stuck with the one that couldn’t talk yet.

Sighing, Karen checked her clock radio. She didn’t feel that tired but apparently she’d been asleep for about two hours. “I wonder if Mom’s still mad…”

The answer there was a solid probably, but Karen could hope. Listening closely she could hear a number of voices downstairs – the party was probably still going on then, if in a diminished capacity.

“Okay, I guess I should just go down and apologize.” If nothing else maybe that would keep her from suffering too big of consequences for what had happened earlier.

The girl did surprise herself, though, when she mumbled, “Though I guess I’d kind of deserve it…”

As she walked downstairs, happy to not feel a diaper between her legs impeding her movement, the girl went as slowly as possible. Mainly since she was afraid if she showed her face her Mom would bite it off. When she reached the foot of the staircase though, she found the hallway empty, most of the talking was from the kitchen, but the living room was quiet.

Figuring maybe she could recover from the grown-ups in there, the ten-year-old walked in to spot a surprise. Dillion was sitting by him in his playpen.

Usually the girl made a point of avoiding being alone with her brother when she could – which mostly meant except when her mom told her to take care of something, and the reason for the avoidance in the first place was to keep that to a minimum – but right now she didn’t feel much like dodging the baby.