*sigh* sisters...

Today at about 6:00, I heard a slight tapping, ever so slight a rapping on my bedroom door. I was working on one of my end-of-term exams (I'll bet you can't guess which one). I was annoyed because I'd been distracted all-day long and I just wanted to be done with it. "Enter." I commanded the knocker in the stereotypical bored teenager voice.

I had been prepared to either rip the head off of the knocker, or pretend to act so distant as to make who ever it was wonder if I was even on the same planet and then eventually leave me to my exams . Lazily turned my head as the door was opening and saw to my chagrin that it was my youngest sister, Rebecca. She stood in front of me, about the size of a Hobbit. She looked up at me with her huge hazel eyes, a hesitant smile exposing her front teeth, which her face has yet to grow into. "Chris," she said. "Do you have a leash?"

I just couldn't be that heartless. She was dripping with cuteness (at least I think it was cuteness, it could have been brownie mix) and just couldn't help myself. I looked down next to my feet, directly at the leash. "Oh," she giggled, "I didn't see that..." She trailed off.

I had walked over to my desk and sat bent over my books. Although I knew that her request for the leash was in fact, an invitation to walk with her; I had planed to get back to my work and I had. But it was not 2 minutes later that I heard her ask my dad if I could stop working to walk with her.

My dad agreed, he said "that makes sense, after all; you need a big person to go walking and Chris is the biggest person in our family." I was shocked that he used such non sequitur logic, that just wasn't like him.

So Becca and I went walking. I had decided to use the time to think through a scene that trying to write in my book, and Becca spent most of the walk trying to get Bole to stay on her left side which if you have read my earlier entries you would know is rather difficult.

I was very caught up in my thoughts, trying to decide weather one of the characters in my novel should beg the son of his recently deceased employer for the remaining amount he needed to pay off the debt of one of his friends or not, when Becca asked me; "Do people litter?"

I looked down and said "some people, yes."—

"Why do people litter?" She asked, but it was the way she asked that really got me thinking. She was genuinely concerned about the idea that a person would litter.

"Well," I thought for a moment, "I think tha they litter because they're too selfish to put the trash into a rubbish bin." I said this in the least condemning voice I have. But when I looked at her again her little brow was knit in though.

"Hmm," she grunted, "Or maybe, it's because they don't have a rubbish bin."

I never replied to her remark, it was too cute and too innocent. I can only sit here typing and wonder, what am innocent world she must live in. She always seems to be able to look for a solution to any problem that doesn't put someone in the wrong. I just wish her world stay so pure, but the fact of the matter is that sooner or later, she will see how wrong the world really is and I wish that she wouldn't have to. But what kind of vain hope is that?

For now I will enjoy her ideas and try not to discourage her too much. As Yoda once said, "How wonderful the mind of a child is.…"