“You don’t wanna spill stuff or fall down, do you?” asked Dillion. “Won’t that work out better?”
“Well, I guess….” Pouting, Karen replied, “But those’re chairs for babies, aren’t they?”
“Not only.” Not exactly the truth, but Dillion pulled his sister in for a quick hug and offered, “Hey, you’re not a baby, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true…” All the convincing she needed, Karen supposed. She decided to play along as such, offering reluctantly, “Fine, I’ll sit in a high chair.”
“Great.” Karen waited while her brother unhooked the front of the highchair for her. Once done, she climbed in as Dillion patted her on the bottom.
“Hey!” Turning pink when she sat down, the girl demanded, “Don’t touch my tushee like that!”
“Erm… Sorry.” Looking surprised by that, Dillion remarked, “Didn’t seem to bother you before…”