Dominating your little sister

Until this year, I’d never really thought a lot about my little sister Lily besides grudgingly helping Mom when Lily inevitably took ill (or went and hurt herself). With five years on her, she was always just the pipsqueak little sibling who was more of an annoyance than anything. She was always trying to follow me around, and we often fought about stupid things like doing chores. Lily often won with Mom because she usually was just getting over some bug or other.

Last week she had a cold, and she’d run a fever and spent two days in her bed, while I got stuck with all the chores again. She mostly seemed over it this week, so when she said she felt dizzy after Mom had just left, I decided to follow her into the living room and plop down next to her on the couch. I told her, “Dizzy, huh? Let me feel your forehead.”

As I lay the back of my hand gently against Lily’s forehead, trying to gauge whether she feverish again, she pouted and said, “I’m fine Tommy! My tummy just feels…funny. Mom says I might be Lacktoast Insolvent whatever THAT means.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think being Lactose Intolerant usually leads to dizziness, kiddo”, I frowned and got up; “I better get your thermometer.”

Lily still lay there as I went down the hall for her old rectal thermometer that Mom used on her until as recently last year. Suddenly, Lily bounded up off the couch, and asked, “MY thermometer? What do you mean, Tommy?”

“Oh, YOU know the one, Lily”, as I rummaged around the hall closet, looking for where Mom had likely retired the thermometer. Lily was actually laughing nervously and grabbing my right arm with her tiny hands, saying, “Mom doesn’t use that one anymore. I use the same one you and Mom use now!” in her tiny voice.

“Ahh! There it is!” I grinned, finding the slightly larger rectal thermometer in a box along with a vibrating massager and a rubber enema bottle. I made a mental note of the other items, but was most interested in taking Lily’s temperature at the moment.

But before we go any further, how is my little 11 year old sister dressed this fine morning?