Nattie woke up in the middle of the night to hear her baby brother whimpering in the room next door. She sat up, waiting for her mom or dad to go and get him. But they didn't, and after a few minutes, Nattie decided she'd had enough, jumping down from her bed and trotting into her brother's room.

"Wha's the madd'er Clint?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and stumbling over to her brother's crib.

The baby continued his whining.

Nattie dragged a chair over to the side of the crib, unclicking the locks so the gate dropped down. She then slid off the chair and reached into the crib. Patting his diaper, she muttered, "You didn't go potty." She looked back to her brother's tear streaked face, "You hungry Clint?"

He sniffed, looking up at his sister with big green eyes. She sighed, lifting the baby out of the crib with both arms, holding his back against her chest. Nattie waddled down to the kitchen, placing her brother on the floor, she grabbed her step stool. Lifting Clint up again, she struggled to get him up the stool, placing him on the counter before climbing up after him. Reaching into the cupboard, she pulled out a jar of strawberry jelly, Clint's favorite.

Nattie stuck her tongue out as she tried to pry open the jar, Clint clapping his tiny hands beside her. Soon enough, the lid popped open, and Nattie grabbed two spoons out of the drawer, handing one to Clint.

And when Artemis stumbled into the kitchen for some coffee in the morning, she found her kids asleep on the floor, with themselves and quite a bit of her kitchen covered in strawberry jelly.