"Come on, wake up, uncle Kinsey!" Chleo coaxed, shaking his shoulders with all her might.
"Okay." Kinsey got up to change his position to half lie on the side with the support of one elbow. Then he realized the laser gun toy his niece was carrying. Isn't that toy belongs to...?
"Huwaaaaa... my toy!!"
Having not had time to finish his guess, they could already hear a cry from the outside.
"Chleo." Kinsey looked at his niece, warningly. "I told you not to take your brother's toys."
Chleo pouted, causing her lips like a fish's mouth. Kinsey couldn't stop himself from pressing her niece's lips back to their original position.
"Go, give it back to your brother, or I won't take you to school today."
Chleo immediately got up and got out of bed. Outside, her mother stood looking at her with a warning gaze.
"Chleora, how many times have I told you not to take your brother's toys."
