Life with my Little Sister

"Hehe...! Lots of building blocks! Phew, I'll make a titty home!

My sister holds a building block over her arms and runs with a smile on her face.

Come on, it's dangerous to run, right?

My Angel started playing with the building blocks quickly as he lowered his back beside me.

Meanwhile, Pooh pulls my sleeve anxiously.

"Al......"

Do you want a hang-up with the kids here and getting along?

All right.

I'm a friend of Pooh's. I'll help you out here.

Take it out, a bunch of paper cut into squares. It's origami.

The truth is, I brought it for "Operation Let's Give Sisty Confidence," but I also possess it, considering the possibility of Fee playing.

"Po...... mill. Let me show you how I make parrot glass with this."

"-!"

Pooh's eyes open cuttingly and Pooh shudder.

I guess I realized I could pass on the urge I felt through the origami to the kids here.

With a red face and trembling hands, Powoko receives a solid square bunch of paper.

I've been practicing how to fold a penguin many times in the morning, so I should be able to do it well.

I clap my hands with bread.

"Yes, attention, attention! Now, here's something interesting to see!"

Shouting out loud, everyone from "Apple Gummy" comes together with Zorozolo.

Some kids would be a pull-in idea, so 'seen' should be easier to join, not 'play with'.

"What a surprise! This cute girl will create something cute!

".................. cute.... Poop."

Pooh, or something. Pooh girl putting it in her mouth and turning her face bright red.

Is it really lit or is it a joke? Either way, I can't judge.

"What?

"What are you doing?

Everyone who comes turns their gaze to Pooh.

In that, only two exceptions existed.

One is my beloved sister.

Fee is blind to his hometown and is seriously challenging the building blocks.

And now one, the nursery's stuck with me, you know, a little girl.

That toddler has been staring at me for a reason ever since I noticed my gaze - no, when I snap, ever since the moment I walked into the room.

"Mmm...! Me, Ooh Mi Glass, make......!

"Karasu?

"Glassoo?"

Because the parrot glass is not in this country, most of the kids don't know it.

Pooh doesn't seem to understand what you proclaim to make.

But well, the penguin is cute, so I'm sure you'll like it.

"Then fold...!

Pooh began to fold the square paper diligently.

As the shape changes, the color of the children's eyes changes and goes.

Interests.

Surprise.

Inspiring.

"Wow! More and more, get involved!

"You're not wearing scissors or knolls, why...?

Origami, isn't it amazing? Just fold it and it will change.

That's how it's done, Mr. Penguin, a little warped.

More extraordinary progress can be seen than she made first.

You worked hard, Pooh.

"Tori!

"But like this, I've never seen it. Yikes?

"Wow! Wow!

Arrowhead, have you eaten? You're cute, Penguin.

Pooh's joy is seeped into her pompous expression by the fact that she broke properly and that her beloved parrot glass was popular.

I was shaking a little puffy.

Let's launch a pursuit here.

I put up a bunch of square paper.

"Everybody can make this cute parrot glass."

"I tried - hey!

"Me and me!

I don't know what to do!

Then the childcare worker.

I guess I'm used to this sort of thing. I started putting everyone together in a disorderly fashion.

"Then shall we all teach you how to fold it? When you get the right paper, you line it up, right?

"Yes!"

I'm making a solid row.

The child who receives the paper is arranged in a fan-shaped order so that Pooh's working procedures are easy to see. It's something I'm used to.

"Ugh. Is Mill, like, awesome? Tell them that, too, right?

I won't forget to praise Pooh, the main one.

So I said, or you just said hello when you came in, but you remember your name.

"Ah, Al..."

I guess it was more popular than I expected. The person at the time of folding the origami is confused.

I nodded back vigorously.

So they decided to be ready.

In the puffy eyes, the stars blink.

Pooh began to fold slowly as she gathered her eyes.

But - actually, the word confused applies to me, too.

I can't help it, it applies.

…………

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Ugh......

I'm worried about gaze.

As everyone turns their attention to Pooh, your example child is looking at me.

For some reason, just me.

This one too, I'll take a look at your kids.

Keep your eyes peeled.

"Ah! Ugh!

Moment after moment, he came at me, reaching out.

Childcare workers who are clinging to it, laugh bitterly at this.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong? You want to go to your brother?

The childminder will bring your child to me.

I guess this guy really cares about origami, too, because he's looking at Pooh's more flirty.

"Uh no! Ki-yu!

Your child is trying so hard to touch me. Kind of like the old Fee.

I love my tiny hands.

"Do you mind if I touch you?

"Yeah. Cute for you, huh?

I'm going to pass your child sooo.

As far as I'm concerned, I meant to touch my hand.

(Well, I'm used to snuggling infants)

Watch my sister continue to seriously stack the building blocks under her feet.

It's a progression, and I'm stuck with this girl every day.

"Muki-ku! Huh!

All you said was look at me, your child raised his voice.

"Wow, I'm sorry..."

I received it from the childcare provider.

The feeling I held is not bad. White skin is also glossy.

I can confirm that it is well nourished.

It would be pathetic.

"Nyah...... Huh!

Hmm.

Big circle smile.

He touches me like a cat.

Childcare workers smile, too.

"Good for you. Flori?"

"Flori? Is that the name of this girl?

"Yeah. Florina. Wouldn't that be so cute? You're absolutely beautiful in the future."

I'm wearing a pink skin outfit, so I thought it might not be, but it seems definite with a girl.

Because some people, like handsome people, still know people with bad gender. Don't be alarmed.

"I'm Al, right? Nice to meet you, Flori."

"Ah! Ugh!"

Hmm.

It seems to be conveyed. Probably said Al.

"How old is this girl now?

He said, "You just turned two." Birth month, I'm sorry. I'm scared to ask. "

What do you mean, he was born in 1203 with a sacred history? I'm getting old, too.

A two-year-old and a two-year-old seems to have quite a personal difference in growth.

It seems that some children in the Earth world can have a solid conversation, while others stay to speak up.

As of the age of two, I was able to communicate my intentions clearly, and with complicated thoughts, Phee, who was able to handle multiple sorceries, was arrowheaded, I guess, a little special.

"Ugh! Ugh!

Flori's calling my name.

I've never been good at talking, but I hear that some kids suddenly start talking, but I think this girl will be.

'Cause you seem to understand my name.

I'm sure I just can't get my mouth around it and my brain is clear.

(But -)

From earlier, it hurts a little.

Every time this girl moves, she hits something hard?

"Um, childcare guy? Is there anything in this girl's hat?

――

When I visit, the childminder says, "Ah."

And think a little bit, and then,

"You can talk about it, can't you?

And I concluded on my own.

Get close to me and whisper in my ear.

"Don't surprise him, will you?

The caregiver turned the baby hat after making sure the surrounding children nailed it to Pooh.

Fluffy and soft hair spills.

In it, I saw the cause.

"Childcare worker. This girl..."

"Yeah. It is. I think you're gonna be okay, but be careful with him, okay?

What was there.

It's like, a cute, round tuna that reminds me of sheep.

She was a Horn.