Dejected, I returned back to where Elaine was standing at the foot of the bed.
“Baby,” she whispered in a drawn-out snicker.
I chose not to respond. It was hard to get into an argument that I wasn’t a baby when all the evidence at the moment stood to the contrary. Elaine did a better job putting the clean diaper on me than she did with removing the messy one.
“Much cuter,” Elaine commented as she pressed the final diaper tape into place.
She gave my bottom a firm smack as I stood up from the bed. The teasing had finally gotten too much for me to ignore. I turned around and yelled at my sister as all my pent-up frustration from the day came to a head.
“I hate you. I hope you die.”