How Lucky You Are.
"And then I told her..." Celia stopped when someone knocked at Buffy's bedroom door.
It opened and Dawn stood timidly behind it. "Mom says dinner is ready."
Buffy narrowed her eyes and Dawn dutifully retreated, not without glancing wistfully at the Barbie's House the older girls had improvised on the bed.
"She is cute," Celia said kindly.
Buffy snorted.
Celia nudged her cousin. "Come on, Buffy. I don't have any little sisters. Dawn is the closest I'll get."
"Lucky you."
Celia laughed. "It can't be that bad!"
Ten-year-old Buffy sighed. "Only worse," she groused, following the delicious smell of Mom-pancakes.