“Okay, okay!” Heather surrendered as she pointed to herself.
Delilah watched in wonder as her oldest sister shrank down until the two were at eye level. “Yay!” The toddler ran to Heather and pulled the shrunken woman into a hug, “I wuv you, Heathy.”
Heather chuckled, “I wuv you too, Lila.”
“Pway, pway, pway,” Delilah chanted as she pulled the young woman to the play corner in the living room.
“Easy, Delilah,” Heather begged.
“Well, well,” A voice called. The two girls looked over and saw Rebecca watching them. “Isn’t this cute?”
“Hi, Becky!” Delilah greeted.
“Hey, Lila,” Rebecca smiled. “Are you having a playdate?”
“Ha, ha,” Heather sarcastically replied.
“Oh,” Rebecca laughed. “Someone’s cranky.”
“Heathy me size!” Delilah explained.
“I can see that,” Rebecca grinned as she knelt at her sister’s level. “Actually,” The high school girl examined her sisters. “I think you might be a little taller.”
“Weally?” Delilah eagerly questioned.
“Stand back to back,” Rebecca directed. The toddler and shrunken college student complied, and the high school graduate measured the pair. “Yep, you’re an inch or two taller.”
“Heathy wittle,” Delilah giggled. “Me big!”
“You sure are Munchkin,” Rebecca agreed.
“I no munchkin,” Delilah corrected. “Me, big sister!”
“I guess that makes Heather,” Rebecca chuckled. “The little sister.”
Delilah gasped, “I gots a wittle sister!”
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