The Return of the Dorito Snatcher (Part 2)

Don't let the cute looks fool you.. she is a feisty one.  She may look like a princess, but behind that deceivingly endearing smile, she has a crafty mind.

This afternoon, I was sitting at the dinner table (no this is not a repeat of her last escapade) having lunch and attempting to finish a book for school.  It was one of those times where you can sense the ending of the book, and you're determined to sit there until you finish.  As I was approaching the last twenty pages of said book, nap time was announced for the youngest Lopez.  She of course was not ready, but in the end she was made to climb into her bed.  

Then came the usual child excuse of avoiding bedtime, "Mommy!  I have to go potty!"  (I never use this excuse..  That was so last week)

Mom rolls her eyes.  "Go ahead, Belle."

Belle dashes to the bathroom.  Me, being the mature older brother that I am, dash into the children's room and climb into her bed, and resume reading.  I hear the flush of the toilet, then water from the sink running, then the light switch flick off.  (Belle enters room.)

She looks at me. "Isaac.. What are you doing?"

"Just getting ready to nap."

"But why are you napping on my bed?"

"Because I want to take a nap."  (She's taught me well)

"Okay.."  Belle proceeds to grab a book, then clamber onto the double bed.  She grins at me, and props herself up, by using me as a backrest.  I ignore her and continue on with reading.  She proceeds to ask questions like, "Isaac, whatsat?"  "Isaac, whats dis?"  "Isaac, what're you reading?"  "Why?"

I had to admit, she was great at distracting me.  And also very adorable.  But let's not get distracted.  She finished her book much quicker than I.  Dashing back over to the bookshelf, she climbed up on a chair to retrieve another book.  (Which at the time, I was only half focused on the situation, and only half had the vague idea that she shouldn't do that.)  This one was one of those books that our grandma recorded herself reading, and sent them to the younger two.  

She positioned the book so that the recorded voice resounded in my ear, which I tried to re-situate, but there wasn't much room on that bed after you put a six foot three inch young man on there.  But then it cut in and out.. Belle panicked.  She tapped the book sharply, "Work!  Isaac, it's not working!"

I attempted to help her, but I didn't do much good.  So, she just flipped through and looked at the pictures.  (And again asked questions.  "Whassat?"  "Where's he's face?"  "Why?"  "Where's the sharks?"  "I like Flipper.")  She ended up going back for a third book, but soon, that bored her.  Seeing a large lump on her bed, she proceeded to climb around on me.  I make a good jungle gym apparently.  

In the end.. I did finish my book.  But I paid the price for trying to mess with my little sister.  I earned that.  Lesson learned, little sis. 

**Disclaimer: Belle didn't really do all of this on purpose**