"Up and attem sleepy head" Dusty called, attempting to playfully rouse the sleeping baby tiger from his cherry wood crib. "Its time for little tiggys to get dressed and greet the morning!" He reached into the crib to tickle one of the sleeping baby's footpaws.
Tigeris stirred in his crib, rubbing his eyes, still very sleepy but well rested. He yawned and stretched, little tail swishing lazily as his body started to respond to being awake. "Nornin brover..." Pulling himself up by the bars of his crib he stands on tiptoes, holding his cheek out. "Norning Tiggyface," Dusty greeted him back, placing a quick smooch on his cheek as their mother did every day. Their parents were out on a weekend getaway and Dusty was put in charge of his brother. Being 15 years older than him made it easier for him to learn the morning routine by helping out and watching their mother.
Dusty tossed his head to throw his ponytail back over his shoulder as he preped the changing station for the first of the day. Scooping his brother out of the crib, he lays him down on the flat table and quickly and deftly helps the kitten from dirty diaper to clean diaper. One week his mother had the flu and he was in charge of the changes. The first one didn't go nearly as smoothly as this one... but he had learned little tricks and finished in no time. Tossing the soiled diaper in the Genie, he wiped off his hands with another wipe just to be sure and pitched that too.
Scooping his brother up, Dusty ploped the now clean baby tiger back in the crib. He then turned to the dresser and pulled out two of the shirts in the drawer. One was a nice green shirt, Dusty's favorite colour, the other was the silly pink long shirt that his grandmother had sent. 'Really, it looked like a dress,' he thought. She had wanted a granddaughter so badly that she ignored their parents explinations and even the very clear sonogram pictures that said other wise.
"Which do you wanna wear today?" He held both shirts up in front of the young one. 'Please pick green, please pick green' Dusty prayed silently, 'I'm tired of people telling me how cute my little sister is.' "Ummmmnnn... nnmm.... DAT!" Tigeris pointed excitedly at the shirt their grandmother sent. Dusty stuck his tongue out at his little brother. "You're such a silly little sissy. Pink is for girls!" Immediately he regretted saying that out loud.
Big wet tears formed in Tigeris' eyes and his bottom lip started quivering. Sniffles next. Tigeris plopped down backwards onto his padded bottom and huffed, trying to be brave. "No no no nonononono! Its ok! Its ok!" Dusty stuck his tounge out at his baby brother, " Pink looks good on YOU! I would look like a girl in pink. Thats what I meant!" He paused. 'Please let that work, please let that work' he thought. "W... weally?" Tigeris sniffed, rubbing his eyes. "Yes! Now lets get you dressed and some breakfast in that little belly of yours." Dusty laughed back happily. 'Thank you Gods of the Big Brothers Excuses' he prayed. He slipped the pink dress- er- shirt onto the little tiger, helped him into a pair of jean shorts, and carried him down to the kitchen for a good breakfast of Cheerios and bananas.

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