The Week Ella Was In Charge
Mom and Dad left on Saturday morning.
Just before they got into the car, Mom pointed at Ella.
"You're in charge while we're gone."
At the time, nobody thought much of it.
Ella was twenty-three. I was twenty-six. Liam was four.
The instruction was obviously meant for Liam.
He was the one who needed reminders to brush his teeth. He was the one who needed somebody to read bedtime stories and make sure he didn't stay up all night playing with toy dinosaurs.
For the first two days, everything went exactly as expected.
Then our grandparents offered to take Liam for the rest of the week.
I remember standing in the driveway Tuesday afternoon, watching their car disappear around the corner.
The house suddenly felt quiet.
For one glorious moment, I thought Ella's brief career as Acting Parent had come to an end.
I could not have been more wrong.
For the rest of the afternoon, everything seemed normal.
The house felt strangely empty without Liam running around asking questions every five minutes.
By evening, I had almost convinced myself that whatever authority Ella thought she possessed had quietly expired the moment Liam left.
Then she disappeared down the hallway.
I didn't think much of it.
A minute later she returned carrying one of the brightly patterned nighttime diapers from Liam's closet.
The sight of it immediately made me suspicious.
"Why do you have that?" I asked.
The laughter faded almost immediately.
Unfortunately, she looked completely serious.
That was the moment I realized she had been planning something ever since Liam left.
The argument lasted nearly twenty minutes.
I reminded her that I was an adult.
I reminded her that she was my younger sister.
She agreed with that too.
I pointed out repeatedly that none of this made any sense.
She seemed completely unbothered by that fact.
Eventually I ran out of arguments.
Twenty minutes later, I was lying on a padded mat while my younger sister calmly fastened the tapes.
"You cannot seriously be doing this."
I looked down at the colorful diaper stretched across my lap and then back at Ella.
The fact that she wasn't laughing somehow made the situation worse.
"You're twenty-three years old."
"Then explain how this happened."
Ella adjusted one of the tapes with frustrating concentration.
"Mom and Dad left me in charge."
Ever since Liam had left with our grandparents, she'd been using those six words to justify absolutely everything.
"Their instructions were meant for Liam."
"They obviously meant Liam."
"That is a terrible argument."
I dropped my head back against the mat.
Somewhere during the previous twenty minutes, I'd realized I wasn't going to win.
Ella had apparently decided that if she was spending the week in charge, then she was going to be completely in charge.
The diaper she'd borrowed from Liam's room was merely the latest piece of evidence.
A few moments later she finished adjusting the front and sat back on her heels, examining her work with obvious satisfaction.
"Probably," Ella admitted.
The walk to Liam's room felt strangely inevitable.
Not because Ella had won.
Not because I had agreed.
Simply because she had decided what was happening and possessed the stubbornness of a small army.
She rested a hand lightly against my shoulder and guided me toward the hallway.
Liam's bedroom door stood open ahead of us.
The colourful nightlight.
Everything about the room practically screamed four-year-old.
I stopped in the doorway.
"You can't seriously expect me to sleep in here."
Ella looked around thoughtfully.
"It seems like a perfectly good room."
"He keeps plastic dinosaurs in here."
"There are cartoon stickers on the wall."
"I put some of those up myself."
She looked entirely too pleased with herself.
I sighed dramatically and stepped inside.
Ella smiled like she'd just achieved something significant.
Which, annoyingly, she probably felt she had.
I was sitting on the bed when Ella disappeared again.
For a brief moment I thought the evening might finally be over.
Then she came back carrying one of Liam's storybooks.
She ignored me and sat down beside the bed.
I immediately recognized it.
It was one of Liam's favourites.
The kind of story I had heard enough times over the years to practically recite from memory.
"You are taking this joke way too far."
The truly impressive part was her commitment.
She didn't even look amused.
She simply started reading.
Every time I expected her to break character, she refused.
The complete sincerity made the entire situation funnier than if she'd been laughing.
By the middle of the book I was struggling to keep a straight face.
By the end I had completely failed.
Ella closed the book and looked at me.
The house had grown completely quiet by the time the story ended.
The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room while shadows stretched across the walls.
I expected Ella to head for the door.
Instead, she pulled the covers back.
"I'm making sure you're still dry."
"Of course I'm dry! I don't need this diaper."
"Sure, buddy. We'll see in the morning whether or not you need diapers."
I then watched as she adjusted the blankets with absurd concentration.
A corner was straightened.
The blanket was pulled slightly higher.
She stepped back to inspect her work.
"You know you're younger than me, right?"
"And this doesn't strike you as strange?"
She really was impossible.
Eventually she seemed satisfied.
The room felt oddly peaceful.
The joke had somehow evolved into a routine.
A completely ridiculous routine.
But a routine all the same.
Ella reached over and switched off the lamp.
The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming through the curtains.
For several seconds I simply stared at the ceiling.
Then I remembered where I was.
I groaned and pulled the blanket higher.
A second later the blanket disappeared completely.
Ella was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I grabbed a pillow and covered my face.
For a few moments neither of us said anything.
Then I heard a familiar sound.
The kind of laugh Ella made when she was trying very hard not to laugh.
I slowly lowered the pillow.
Then immediately wished I hadn't.
Apparently her insistence on a "just in case" precaution had been more justified than I wanted to admit.
When I opened my eyes again, Ella was still trying not to smile.
She was losing the battle.
"I'm not saying anything."
"You're thinking things."
I groaned and dropped back onto the pillow.
A moment later I felt her gently pat my shoulder.
Unfortunately, she was right.
She stood and headed toward the door.
Halfway there she paused.
I immediately knew I wasn't going to like whatever came next.
"Mom and Dad left me in charge."
Then she disappeared into the hallway laughing.
I buried my face in the pillow.
The worst part was knowing I still had four more days before our parents came home.
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