Your little sister, now in an apron and with a tray of a tea pot, tea cups, and small plates, nearly stumbles from the bright light. Setting the tray down to rub her eyes, she stammers, “H-hey! No flash photography when playing house! That means smart phones too!” Realizing she’s too preoccupied trying to mimic mom’s mannerisms to notice the toy ray gun, you play along and nod as you toss the toy behind your chair. Don’t want to get on her bad side from messing with her things, after all. To not act suspicious, you take the tea cup immediately and pretend to try it, nearly scolding your tongue from discovery there’s actual hot tea! Kelsey orders, “Blow at it to cool it off if you’re going to play the father right!”. This caught you by surprise, but you quickly realize that in playing house, you’d technically be the father… and her the mother? She adds, “Also, once it does, don’t forget to try it with the hors d'oeuvres”. She only had enough time to sit down and take a sip of tea (with her pinkie extended) before a ding can be heard from the kitchen, “Oh, that’s the ham!”, Kelsey states, then quickly turns and heads back to the kitchen.
You sat down at the miniature table in the dining room. You’re dad really went all out with the remodeling. It looks just like your own dining room in the main house, but smaller and a more colorful paint job your sis likely had a say in if you were to guess. There’s even a miniature chandelier lighting the room. You notice the entrees of crackers, ham, dip, assorted cheese, and sprinkle of some topping on them, on the tea tray. Taking a bite of one lit up your face with shock as to how good it actually tasted. At first you thought she had expired prepacked snacks in her toy house, but maybe they’re just ingredients from the house. The way the toy house felt so like like was a bit unsettling. After a time a tad longer than last, Kelsey returns with mittens carrying a pan with steamy meat among slice french bread, gravy dip, corn, and glasses of orange juice. Sitting down, she has you say grace with her (again trying to mimic Mom the best she could) and the two of you began eating, with you again utterly surprise how scrumptious it tasted. Did Dad really wired this house so that she could actually cook in it?
It’s only while you two ate you notice the apron wasn’t the only wardrobe change for her. Somehow in that short time she was gone, she fixed her hair (or put on a wig) with her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a bun tied by a red bow with white pokey dots with her wavy bangs framing her face that had make-up of pink blush, blue eye shadow, and crimson red lipstick. Rather than her typical pink dress, she now wears a light blue frilly dress that reaches the knees, with white line patterns as well with puffy shoulder sleeves that fits in a terribly mismatch way with her red high heels and pink with white dots apron. You realize these are mom’s clothes though borderline a stepford mother kind of look while also somehow fitting her, making it all the more surreal. Maybe you’re just dreaming this.
While she’s busy eating, you look over your shoulder at the toy ray gun beside you. It clicks to you that the L might mean ‘little’ and B means ‘big’ potentially. Is it as real as the surreal things are in this toy house? Was her new look her doing or maybe the “bigger” setting on the gun made her older in ways you weren’t expecting? Or maybe it did some other kind of change? You notice the setting on the toy ray gun and it was…
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