After dinner, Mommy and Daddy and me had to go shopping. We had to go and buy boring stuff for the boring baby.
"Why do we even gotta buy stuff for it?" I asked Mommy. "It's not even here yet!"
"Yes, but when it does get here, we have to be ready for it." I huffed.
"What's its name anyways?" I asked Daddy. 'Cause right now, this baby was a complete stranger.
He looked down at me and said, "We haven't picked a name for it yet. But we're choosing on every soon."
"But--" They didn't even hear the rest of my sentence 'cause Mommy and Daddy were admiring little baby clothes.
"Aw! Look how tiny these little booties are, Dave!" Mommy squealed. Dave is his nickname. His real life name is David. Plus Mommy's name is Paris. They looked at more dumb clothes and put a bunch into the shopping cart.
"Come on, Maddie, you can help us pick a crib!" Mommy took my hand and led me to the cribs. But I didn't care about them. So I just picked the first one I saw.
We spended all night at the baby store. Finally we had to go, and when they went to pay, one shopping cart turned into two. There were three hugie-big boxes of wood and stuff for Daddy to put together. They would be the crib, the drawers, and the changing table.
Mommy got a lot of clothes, diapers, and other things. Like baby bottles and pacifiers and junk like that.
"It'll need these things eventually," she said.
"Big whoop-de-do," I said. After we paid, we went home. But I couldn't get the dumb baby out of my head. It was taking up all of my time. It was stealing away all of my time.
But then I thinked a smart thought! Since I was older, I would be the boss of this baby. I smiled with all my teeth.
"I'm gonna be the boss of the baby, 'cause I'm older," I said in a sing-song voice.
Except mommy and Daddy weren't happy. They said I wasn't gonna be, and for me to watch my mouth, Madeline. "Yeah, but I'm still gonna be," I whispered so that nobody could hear except for me.
Pretty soon it was late, and I had to go to bed. And lucky for me, I didn't dream of the baby. But I dreamed I was the boss of it. It was a really good dream.
The next day was Sunday, which meant the weekend was almost over. And tomorrow I had to go to Kindergarten again.
I went to the kitchen and only Sharpay and Ryan were there. Sharpay was yelling at Ryan 'cause apparently he burned the toast. And he burned the bacon and eggs, too.
"G'Morning," I said to them. They stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
"Hey, Maddie," they said.
"Mom and dad are upstairs working on the baby's room," Sharpay added. I knew it. They offered me breakfast and I asked for cereal instead.
After my Lucky Charms, I went upstairs to where Mommy and Daddy were working. Daddy had builded the crib and the drawers, and now he was working on the last thing. Mommy was making the bed and putting clothes in the drawers.
"G'Morning," I said.
"Good morning, Maddie," Mommy said.
"Hey, Princess," Daddy said.
"How come the baby gets all this stuff, and I only get my old stuff?" I wondered out loud. Mother patted my head.
She joked, "Poor, poor Maddie. Whatever shall she do with all her old things?" I crossed my arms in front of me.
"DONE!" sighed Daddy. He put down his hammer and showed us the finished changing table. "Whew. Who knew those things were so hard to put together?"
"It looks great, David," Mommy unpacked stuff into it. I was about to go to my own room when Daddy opened up a roll of jungle wallpaper! I loved wallpaper!
"Oooh! Let me see that!" I squealed, taking the roll into my hands. "Whoa, baby! This stuff is the bomb!" Mother laughed.
Daddy began pasting it on the walls, Mommy helping him hold it straight.
"I think I would like to have some of this in my room, too," I announced. "Then my room will have a nice wild touch to it. What do you think?"
Mommy and Daddy kept pasting. "We'll have to wait and see,"
I stamped my foot on the ground. 'Cause that meant no wallpaper. "Rats," I said, very sad.
Mommy tried to cheer me up. "Hey, Maddie, why don't you help up pick a name for your sister? Think of anything you like, and we'll consider it!"
My sadness disappeared all of a sudden. I put my hand on my chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm…howa 'bout Elmo?" I said. Elmo was my absolutely very favorite character from Sesame Street
"Uh," Mommy looked at Daddy, who was chuckling under his breath. "I don't know about that, honey. We need a name that is good for a little girl."
"But that is a good name," I whined. I thinked some more. "Then howa 'bout Bappalappashamalamadingdong?" That was the name of the person from another TV show, but I forgot what it was.
Daddy cleared his throat and Mommy coughed. I think it was to hide their laughing.
But who needed to name the baby anyhoo? It didn't matter since I would still be the boss of it. So there.
