"Cissy you can not date Jonathon!" I insist over the phone. Apparently John zapped them to Hawaii for the weekend, how romantic*puke*.

"I can date who over the hell I want to date Vanessa!" she retorts. Well guess what Cissy, that's where you're wrong because I may be 20 but you're still 17 that makes you…underage. Mom still decides who you date, her powers would outrank yours even if you weren't underage but that little technicality makes it much more magically legal for her to control that type of thing!

"No Cissy you can't. The boy…man….male tried to push me off the Brooklyn bridge because I insulted his manly hood. You will not date him, if I can't stop you we both know momsy and popsickle will!"

"Momsy and popsickle?" like she would understand. Do you understand, no you don't but for some reason that doesn't seem to bother me. Is it because I'm trying to protect my baby sisters life right now, yes, yes it is. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to take the steady ticking of her heart very seriously, a common mistake elves make, just because you can't check it doesn't mean it's not there.