Jema

Anna Banana {thirteen}

Mommy brought home the girl baby today. I thought it was gonna be a boy again. I don't remember when Dennis was a little, little baby, but I remember when he went poop in his diaper. Everywhere.

I kinda like the girl baby. Her name is Anna-Banana. She looks like a banana, cause she's in a yellow blanket. She grabs the blanket all hard with her little hand, and Mommy says she's a strong baby.

That's fake, cause all babies are not strong like me, or Corey, or even Dennis, and he's three.

"Mommy, why is Anna and banana different spelling?" Corey asks, and he has his finger in his nose. Mommy hits his hand away from his nose.

"I don't know sweetheart. English is funny," Mommy says all tired. Her eyes look very almost closed.

"Then we should speak Spanish all the time," Corey says. Mommy says "shhhh".

"Dennis!" Dennis likes to say his own name, a lot of time it's when people talk about the baby banana. Mommy goes "shhhh".

"Mommy, she's a white baby," I say in my whisper voice. Mommy looks at me in my eyes.

"Yes, sweetie. She is."

I frown my face. "Is it the right baby from the store?"

"Yes. I promise."