Baby stories...2

"what do you suppose this is sister?", i asked my dimwitted twin. "i dunno, lets go show daddy!"
she replied. i didn't exactly have a good feeling about this. it didn't look like an object that would
be a good thing. i saw it in movies and all it did was harm to others...gave me ideas...no, wait, i
better not. OK back to the story. i took it from her, i don't trust her at all. if you lived with her you
probably wouldn't either. she started to go up the stairs, and fell. how annoying. the peasant can
t even walk up the stairs correctly. i pushed her aside and started walking up the stairs. imbecile
baby. she followed me in awe of my grace. we finally got to the top and saw father folding
clothes. Becka took the object and pulled the trigger almost hitting father. she once again
pulled it. i took the gun from her and slapped her across the back of her head. daddy took the
gun and turned to my brother who was in the room. he started yelling and cursing at him.
asking him why he left his "guns" around the house where we could get a handle on them. he
didn't answer but lowered his head.

*this was one of my babie stories but it was not meant to be funny. this was serious and it did happen*