Toying With Your Sister

(My little sister has just got a happy meal. It comes with a cat toy. When you push a button, an arm on the toy goes up and down from reading a book. She is 10, and I am 14.)

Sister: “Why do they make these toys? It doesn’t do anything anyway.”

Mum: “Well, it is for five-year-olds.”

(I look up, suddenly interested.)

Me: “Ooh, let me see!”

(I take the toy and push the button repeatedly, fixated.)

Mum: “Like I said: It’s for five-year-olds.”