Over in the yard next door you see Emily, the two-year-old neighbor girl. She was sitting down in the grass playing with a ball. You've always liked Emily. She's a sweet girl and you often babysit over at her house when her parents need it. Of course, now at this size, she would be quite a handful. You can't help but wonder what her reaction would be to see her babysitter tiny.
As quickly as you can, you navigate through the grass and over to where the giant two-year-old is sitting. The closer and closer you get, you start to realize how massive this giant baby really is to you. You begin to shake the fear the closer you get however. You can't help but let out a little "aww" finding her even cuter at her larger size. It looks like her mother dressed her in her pink overalls with a white t-shirt. You smile at the thought that you're probably small enough to ride in her front pocket.
After watching her play ball for a few moments, you build up the courage to show yourself. Cautiously, you approach her leg and stand next to the pink fabric of the overalls. You clear your throat.
"Hey, Emily!" You shout.
Suddenly, the two-year-old stopped playing ball and looked around.
"Down here, Emily!" You shout again.
The two-year-old finally looked down at you. A chill ran down your spine, not sure if you should run while you still can or stay.
"It's me, Emily! Molly! Your babysitter!" You should.
The giant toddler looked down at you for a few moments, sucking contently on her pacifier. Suddenly, Emily reaches down for you. Quickly you try to run, but her pudgy finger wrap around your body and lifts you up to her face. At this point you don't know what to think. Your heart is pounding, although you should've known this would happen.
"Dollwey!" Emily said sloppily behind her pacifier.
"No, no, Emily! Molly, not dolly!" You shout.
The girl ignored your peas. She pulled back her overalls pocket and dropped you in. Quickly, you straighten yourself out and try to peer out of the pocket. Emily suddenly stands up, making you loose your grip and fall down into the pocket again. This wasn't good, Emily kept her favorite toys in her pocket and you were joining them. It was just a matter of time before she went in to play with you.
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