She has them all. Daddy's heart. Yaya's heart. Her sisters love her, and the people at work think she's the bee's knees.
I don't think that. I might only be a little kid but I know what it means and I know she's a sneak and I won't be fooled by it. She counts at me when she tries to get me to listen. I look down and line up my Thomas trains. I count the trains when she counts to three and tells me time out.
She cuts up meat and puts it in my mashed potatoes like I won't know it's there.
She is a sneak, and she wonders why I am sneaky and hide the toothpaste under my bed to eat it.
I am hiding it from her because I need my secrets too.