Pregnant at Five

One day I hit the yard sales with my Mom and my Nanny at one of the sales I found this awesome 60's dollhouse and of course since my parents ignored my request for a barbie dreamhouse every freaking christmas I had to have it. It didn't quite have all of it's pieces but it fit a barbie so that worked for me. I took this dollhouse home and while I was popping out the attached furniture in it I had found just under the snap in dining room table a little plastic baby it was very small like smaller than the size of a mini tootsie roll. I treasured this little baby and I played with it all the time I even carried it in my pocket when I went to school I really loved this little baby especially since the baby Jesus I stole from my grandmas nativity scene was confisicated I didn't share it with anyone. My sister apparently was jealous of my motherly relationship with this little baby and she would always ask to play with it and of course I didn't like to share its one of my finer qualities this way you don't lose things to people that don't know how to return things. Well, I guess my sister didn't care about my rule about not sharing because she snuck my little baby out of my dollhouse while I was outside playing in the driveway. I came into the house at the edge of dark and noticed that my little baby had been kidnapped I searched the dollhouse and couldn't find it anywhere what kind of parent was I leaving my baby in the house alone. Then I heard it...the sound of my sister playing in the bathtub. I heard her playing with our plastic people and mermaids that we kept in the tub and sure enough my little baby was in the tub with her. I ran into the bathroom and saw her cradling my little baby in a washcloth like I had put it up for adoption or something I don't know maybe she thought she was CPS and decided to take my baby how dare she when I was still recovering from the loss of poor baby Jesus. I yelled at her to give it back and tried to snatch it from her when she did it...I was unable to save my baby from her. She quickly shoved my little baby into her mouth! Then I slapped her on the back telling her to spit it out. She then stared at me with her eye bugging when she quickly opened her mouth and held out her tongue. GE-S-Christ she swallowed my little baby,my slap had caused her to choke it down...my five year old sister was pregnant with my little baby it would be a story similiar to my little baby Jesus (god rest his soul) how could she do this take another baby from me. I was so mad! I yelled for my Mom whom I might add seemed to think this was funny did she think that at 8 years old I wasn't responsible enough to be a baby momma yet my five year old sister was fit to carry a child at such a young age. I looked at Mom waiting for an answer or atleast waiting to see my sister get a Ass-whooping abortion. My Mom's response...she said "you'll get it back tomorrow" it took me a few seconds to realize what she meant she wanted me to wait til my sister pooped it out...then I realized the explaination that my cousin "Pig Pen" gave me about where babys come from was true...Mom's did poop out their babies! Amy just laughed about this situation as I remained pissed and stomped back to my room knowing damn well that I wasn't rescuing my baby from the floater in the toilet. I lost another baby to the system.....the sewer system!