Naughty Baby

Huckle was looking the pictures at Sonny's house. He asked Sonny about a picture of a man who looked like Sonny.

Sonny said, "That is my baby brother."

Huckle asked, "Did you like having a brother?"

"Yeah, let me tell you a story about him."

Sonny told the following story:

I was playing with my trucks when my mom asked me to watch my baby brother. She had to go outside to hang up the clothes in the sun. I was not pleased. My brother was a naughty baby.

"Make sure he behaves," Mom called as she walked out the door.

Now how was I do to that? He was only one year old, but he could sure cause trouble. He made messes, broke things, and climbed on the furniture. I thought he should be put in a cage.

Well, anyways, the first thing he did after Mom went outside was run into the bathroom. I had to follow him because Mom never wants him be in there alone. He grabbed Dad's brush and threw it into the toilet.

"No, no!" I cried.

"No, no!" he said and smiled. Then he threw my brush into the toilet!

Mom said that he still needed to learn what "no" means, but I think he was just pretended not to know. He knew how to say it, so he must have known what it meant.

Next he went to the drawer under the sink and took out a box of tissue paper. I took it away from him before he could rip it apart (and maybe try to eat it too). He then started to cry.

Actually he started to scream. I had tried to tell my mom that he cries much too loud. It hurt my ears and made the dishes rattle. I said they should him to the doctor and have him fix his mouth so he would be more quiet. She just laughed at that.

If Mom heard him crying, she would probably blame me and say I was mean to him. So I had to think of some way to stop him.

"Stop crying," I begged. "Come into your room and play with your toys."

I walked towards his room and hoped he would follow me. Instead, he went into my room.

Now I didn't like him being in my room. He had ripped up some of my books and broken some of my toy cars last time he got in there. I picked him up and carried him into the hall and close the door.

Then he ran into the kitchen. I let him play with a cereal box, and I made myself some chocolate milk. Next thing I knew, he had opened the box and he poured the cereal all over the floor.

"Naughty baby," I cried.

He just laughed.

I got out the broom and started to sweep up the mess.

I said to him, "You know, things were very peaceful around here before you came along. I wish we could send you far away."

I meant it too. He was not normal. He put things into his mouth that he shouldn't. Once I saw him eat a dead bug! He throws his toys behind the couch and then cries because he cannot get to them. He always made a mess when he ate. It was gross to watch him, especially when he stuck beans into his ears.

Mom said babies are like that. I didn't think so. Other babies seemed much more peaceful. I am sure I wasn't like that when I was a baby.

He was okay when he was first here. Sure he cried a lot, but at least he didn't get into everything.

Well, anyways, while I was sweeping, he climbed onto a chair, and from there onto the table. He sait on the table and started throwing the plastic dishes onto the floor.

"I have had it with you! I wish you were never born!" I shouted.

He began to cry again.

I lifted him off the table and picked up the dishes. He then ran into the living room.

There was a shoe on the floor, and he tripped over it. Why couldn't he watch where he was going? He started to scream.

I decided to ignore him, even if Mom would blame me for not taking good care of him.

He ran towards me, and I noticed blood coming from his mouth. I yelled out the door for Mom, but I did not see here. She must be at the neighbors, but which one? Now what was I to do?

I picked him up. He sure was crying hard.

I said, "Don't cry. Mom will be right back.

I carried him into the bathroom and gave him a wet washcloth to put in his mouth. He quieted down and started biting the cloth.

"You have to be more careful," I said.

I wiped the tears from his cheeks. He then reached up to me to give me a hug.

"You silly boy," I cried.

I guess that as his bog brother, I was going to need to watch out for him until he got some sense in his head.

He was naughty, but he was also kind of cute. Kind of.

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