I was innocently standing in line in Pic n Save, talking on the phone, when I hear, "my sister" said in a tone that was neither nice or friendly. I ignored the baby at first, then I heard again "yada, yada, my sister," said in the exact same tone.
I quickly covered her mouth as I looked at the five or six-year-old boy standing next to his mom, in front of us, who had a slightly puzzled look on his face. From what I gathered, the little boy was telling his mom about how my escaped convict aka Rowan had to stand right next to a display with her hands in her pocket because she was trying to run around the store.
The baby understood enough of the convo to realize this little boy was talking about her sister. So I think what she was saying to him, "Don't talk about my sister" or "Don't talk to my sister."
Either way after putting my hand on her mouth, I tilted her head back and looked in her eyes and said, "No. Stop. Cease and desist. (Man, I miss Digital Underground and Tupac.) We don't talk this way to people. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head.
I removed my hand and the baby instantly walked over to Rowan. She wrapped her tiny arms around her big sister, then turned her head to face this little boy and said, "yada, yada, my sister."
"Layla," I warned and she quieted down.
Really little baby wearing 18 month pants?!? You're going to take on a boy three times your size?!? Because you think he's trying to start something with your sister?!?! We don't pick fights and start somethin' with people bigger and tougher than us. Mad props for standing up for your sister. Except I'm 99.9% sure your sister didn't need standing up for. Oh my little, crazy girl!
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