Middling Sibling

(We’re shopping for clothes. My sister is holding my whining infant brother.)

Sister: “He’s heavy.”

Me: “I know, but it’s only a few more minutes.”

Sister: “He’s too fussy.”

Me: “We’ll be done pretty soon.”

Sister: “If you don’t take him, I’m going to put him on the floor.”

Me: “Okay. Give him to me, then.”

(I abandon the clothing search and start soothing the baby. The store clerk walks over.)

Clerk: “Little boy, your mama can’t shop if she has to hold the baby.”

Me: “Uh… my mom is in the next aisle. I’m only 12 years old, and this is my 10-year-old sister and my baby brother.”