“Delilah!” Heather said with authority. “When I say no shrinking, I mean no shrinking!” Delilah let out an earsplitting scream, but the college student just sat on the couch with her arms crossed even though every instinct told her to run and pick up her baby sister. “It’s not going to work, Delilah!” Heather said to the toddler.
Miranda came into the room with a bowl of pancake mix in her arms, “Is everything alright?”
“It’s fine, mom,” The college student assured her mother over the child’s yelling. “Delilah is just....”
“Hey!” Rebecca came into the room, half asleep, “What’s going on?”
“Delilah is just having a meltdown,” Heather explained.
“Mommy!” Delilah stopped screaming. “Tell Heathy she go tiny!”
“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” Miranda told her youngest daughter. “But you know mommy can’t understand when you use your angry voice.”
“And your temper tantrum woke up Becca,” Heather told the tot.
The toddler ran to Rebecca, and Delilah wrapped her arms around the teenager’s legs. “I sowwy, Becky. Make Heathy go tiny!”
“No, no, Delilah,” Rebecca shook her head. “Don’t try to pull that cute stuff.”
“What’s this all about?” Miranda inquired.
“Delilah wanted a little shrinking time,” Heather explained.
“And you said no?” Rebecca inquired, sounding shocked.
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