“Ugh, do I have to?” I groaned.
“Yes, you have to babysit your sister!”
“Because I said so!”
“Why does she have to babysit me? I can take care of myself you know!” My little sister was standing at the door, with an annoyed look on her face. “I can take care of myself! I could probably do a better job than you!” She pointed at me.
“Hey! You’re only seven!” I shrieked. I did not realise I was arguing from Mum’s point of view.
“Exactly!” Mum said. “So that is why you will babysit your sister! We clear?”
“Yes…” There was no point arguing now.