Kelly was just about to take a drink of her soda when there came a voice, "what is this?" It was Denise's mother Kendra; a kind and caring woman though very stern on the brink of middle age, much like her daughter she was rather tall with brunette hair which she tied into a bun. Kendra quickly took the soda from Kelly, "this is far too much caffeine and sugar for a little girl your age young lady." Kendra then looked to her daughter, "who is this?"
"Why that's," Denise paused.
"My little cousin," Jen spoke up, "I'm watching her for a while."
Kendra bent down to Kelly's level, "and what's your name, little girl?"
"Megan," Kelly responded using the first name that wasn't her own to come to mind.
"Well, hello, Megan," Kendra warmly greeted, "and how old are you, sweetie?"
"I'm..." Kelly started before stopping herself, "I mean," she paused. Kelly knew she couldn't talk like the teenager she was, or Kendra would get suspicious. Kelly thought about her eight-year-old sister Megan and her two-year-old cousin Sara. "Talk and act like Megan and Sara," Kelly thought to herself. Kelly smiled a soft smile and held up two fingers, "I dis many!"
Kendra looked to Jen and Denise with a glare, "two years old, and you were going to let her have a soda?"
"Mommy lets me!" Kelly spoke up, doing her best to sound like an upset toddler.
"Well, you're in my house now young lady," Kendra said sternly, "and while you're in my house, you will live by my rules."
"Oh, mom," Denise spoke.
"Not another word," Kendra told her daughter as she took the soda and returned it to the fridge before kneeling and examing Kelly more closely. "Young lady, are you wearing make-up?"
"We did that," Jen spoke up, "she wanted to feel like a big girl."
"I am a big girl," Kelly corrected.
Kendra picked Kelly up and shook a finger at her, "someone is getting too big for her britches." Kendra paused as she felt around Kelly's jeans, "are you even wearing a diaper, little lady?"
"She is potty trained mom," Denise explained.
"At two?" Kendra questioned suspiciously, "I don't believe it, no two-year-old is going to be without a diaper in my house, I just had the floors cleaned."
"Okay mom," Denise said, "put her down, and we'll get her cleaned up."
"I'm not sure you girls can handle her," Kendra told her daughter, "maybe I should look after her."
"Mom, please," Denise begged, "give us a chance."