A Moment With Stepdaughter

I called up the stairs, “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just playing.”
“You have a choice, entertain the boys for twenty minutes or help clean.”

The wise child chose entertaining the boys. I met her at the bottom of the stairs to hand off the baby. She came traipsing down wrapped in two striped beach towels and a cape made from a pillow sham.

I refrained from comment.

She calls from the playroom, “Of course I’m weird, it’s in my genes!”