“Betty butter had a bit of better butter.” Anna stomped past Sadie’s room projecting the tongue twister, “Betty Botter had a butt of bitter botter.”
“Shut UP, ‘Betty’, the words aren’t right!”
“BETTY BUTTER HAD A BUT OF BUTTERED BREATH!!!”
“AGH! I. CAN’T. THINK! MOM!”
“Anna, Sadie, calm yourselves,” came the voice of reason from behind a newspaper.
“Botty Betty had a itsy bitsy spider.” strained Anna in a five year old non-whisper.
Anna held a ragged crayola crayon box. She opened her sister’s door on tip-toes for a surprise attack, but the crayons dropped.
“I can hear you, Betty Botter.”
Anna giggled, hugging her sister from behind. Sadie looked down from her homework, “Have a nice day?”
“Yes.” still whispering.
Anna hopped up to Sadie’s lap to color in the biology worksheet.
“Oh, Ms. T. will love that.” she groaned, “Why don’t you stop while you’re ahead, sweetie?”
“Okay.”
Sadie sighed Why rain?, and ponytailed her red hair, “Wanna braid me, Anna?”
Anna’s little hands went greedily to work.