The TV weather-lady said the rain was a sign-effect of the tempo-rail anomaly. Nanny Guevara kept me inside.
We were different ages in different places!
Upstairs, I was a grownup! Nanny was skinny an’ twenny, an’ put me in Mommy’s clothes.
Downstairs, I was five again. But so was Nanny! We put on MY clothes.
Nanny forgot she was called Nanny ‘an grown-up things. But Martina is a pretty name, an’ she was lots more fun! We played princess until the rain stopped.
She was still little when Mommy came home after the tempo-rail anomaly.
Marti cried for her mommy, but she was in Heaven. My Mommy said she’d be her Mommy too.
Now we’re sisters!
But we don’t like the new Nanny.
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