Fifth column

Meg and Ellen have been gone a week and Hannah has returned to work.  In the face of this childcare emergency I did what any boy does: I called my mother.

"I'm busy," she said.  "But I can probably send your sister over for a few weeks."
"Emily?" I asked, aghast.  "Remember what happened last time?"
"I know," Mum replied.  "But she's older now, and the therapy seems to be working."

So last night I picked up my little sister at YVR, and today she enjoyed her introduction to a drizzly Vancouver.  Pete is, of course, completely overcome with happiness, as is Em, as they can now present a united front against a common enemy.

See?  They're plotting against me.