Heather sighed; as much as she didn’t want to give in, she didn’t like the day to start with a temper tantrum, “Okay, fine,” Heather surrendered.
“Yay!” Delilah cheered, “Dolly size, I wanna play dollies!”
“Dolly size what?” Heather asked.
“Please,” Delilah responded while batting her eyes.
“Why does she have to be so cute?” Heather thought to herself. Heather pointed to herself, and soon the teenager was standing in the middle of a couch cushion.
“Yay!” Delilah cheered as she quickly grabbed her sister.
“Ow, Delilah! Be gentle!” Heather begged.
“Dollies don’t talk!” Delilah argued.
“Well,” Heather responded, “Dolly Heatha wants you to be gentle, or we’re not going to play anymore!”
Delilah sighed, “Okay.”
“How do you explain ground rules to a two-year-old?” Heather thought to herself, “I guess I should be glad she’s out of her pacifier phase.”
“We have a fascist show!” Delilah announced.
“A what?” Heather asked.
“A fascist show; where everyone wears pretty clothes,” Delilah explained as she made room on the coffee table.
“Oh,” Heather realized, “A fashion show.” Delilah ran into the other room and came back with a shoebox before dumping its contents of doll clothes on the table. The toddler reached for Heather, but the teen resisted, “Hold on, Delilah, remember what mom said? You have to let people dress when they’re doll sized?”
“Okay,” Delilah pouted as she put her sister on the table, “But hurry!”
Heather sighed as she dug through the doll's clothes. It was lucky that Delilah wasn’t picky, so the shrunken teen just put a yellow dress over her pajamas before making a bad impression of a model with the coffee table as a runway while Delilah clapped. This continued for about a half hour, and just as Heather was showing off her tenth outfit, Rebecca walked into the room and chuckled. “Well,” the high-school graduate grinned, “Isn’t this cute?”
“Delilah insisted,” Heather explained, “Any chance you could take her for a while?”