The little girl crouched on the living room carpet, staring at the toddler as he played with his stuffed animals.
"I wish you liked dolls," she murmured. "Then we could play together."
The young boy completely disregarded her words; he actually seemed completely oblivious to her presence, and that annoyed her a bit.
"It doesn't look like we're brother and sister," she started again. "Why don't you have blond curls, just like mine?"
The dark-haired boy kept on chirping between himself, until his mother scooped him up and took him to bed.
Charlotte sighed and watched as they disappeared upstairs.