My Daughter
"I think your sister's giving me 'the eye.'"
Anthony peered across the room, but Melody had her nose buried in her coloring book. He smiled a little. "She just likes watching out for me."
"Shouldn't that be the other way around?" Ethan frowned. "You're the big brother here, you're supposed to be babysitting her."
Anthony scrunched up his face as if to say, debatable. "Oh, leave her alone. If she doesn't like you now, you'll grow to." He set his hand atop Ethan's. "Just as much as I do."
Ethan blushed. "I very much doubt that."
Melody peered up from her coloring book, blue crayon still gripped between her fingers, and smiled coyly.