== BE THE BABY.

Your name is Bro Strider. Bro isn't your real name, to tell the truth, but that doesn't matter much right now. You're VERY YOUNG, like we're talking two, maybe three. Who knows? You certainly don't considering you can't count yet. Dave, your OLDER BROTHER is currently giving you a bath in the sink. You're kind of just sitting around and letting him clean you off like normal. Except, wait... Kicking your tiny feet, the water swishes around you. Oh yes. Your little child heart can't handle this at all. You may be a Strider, but you giggle. Your feet are kicking and your small hands are clapping together.

Dave smiles a little and fixes your shades you bumped out of place in your excitement. Seeing him smile makes you giggle some more, and you raisei your arms up towards him.

"Alright, little man, I got ya." A soft towel is wrapped around you as Dave picks you up and starts drying you off. Next thing you know you're in a little onesie. No! It can't be that close to bedtime, can it? You don't really focus on your worries though, because, after all, you're too young to care. You scamper through the living room and pick up your favorite toy. It's a plastic sword.

You wave it around eagerly and laugh because this thing is literally the best. SMACK! Another plastic sword has made yours stop moving around and instead it's touching the ground. Oh. No. Dave - tall, adult Dave- is challenging you! He removes his sword from over yours and you start swinging yours at him. Since you're afraid you might hurt him (you'd never want to hurt him! that'd be so bad, you'd cry for days or whatever is a really long time!) and squeeze your eyes shut. Of course, you can't have them shut like that without puffing up your cheeks!

Little did you know, swinging that bad boy of a plastic sword around, Dave wasn't even moving his. He was moving the toy in his hand around so yours would hit and make you think you're totally possibly winning. His other hand is covering his mouth to try and block any laughter from leaving him. After all, when a cute little baby is trying to 'attack' you, and yet they're face is scrunched up and their cheeks are red and puffed out, who wouldn't find that adorable?

Eventually, you peek by slowly opening one of your eyes. In a second, Dave has caught you and now you're subject to torment by tickling. This goes on until you've laughed and giggled enough to wear your tiny self out! As you curl up beside Dave and doze off, he smiles and yawns. He figures he let you stay up maybe a teensy bit too long, but it'll be alright. Carefully, he picks you up and carries you off to bed. Your head lays against his shoulder and your tiny arms droop down beside you. When he gets to your room, Dave tucks you into bed and ruffles your soft, light baby hair.

"Goodnight, Bro. Sweet dreams little guy." The door shuts soon after and it's nice and quiet and dark in your room as you slumber. Your dreams are peaceful and happy because you have nothing to worry or be afraid of; if anything bad happens, you know your big brother Dave can take care of it.