I then remembered Chelsea was a brat. Especially around children smaller then her. So sure enough when the adults werent looking she pushed me.
"You are a baby. Im a big girl. I am the real flower girl, you are just not a real one" said Chelsea as she stuck at her tongue
I was almost in tears. My new toddler instincts kicked. I was on the verge of tears. I then foolishly without thinking said "I wish you were a little baby thats one" I tried to catch myself and not make the wish but it was too late.
I noticed two things. Chelsea was no longer a 3 year older flower girl. She was a little baby barely old enough to walk. She was a flower girl still but a young one. Which meant I was a baby less then a year old. I was in one of those baby carriers and was around 4 months old wearing a almost newborn size of the flower dress and a diaper.
"So when my aunt carries my little cousin while holding Chelsea's hand down the aisle doing the flowers herself. The wedding will officially begin."
"I dont see why you have two babies especially one under the age of 1 in the wedding. They wont do much."
"They are family. I wanted everyone involved even if they are that young." said Diane
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