"Anny Pee!"
Vee looked up, startled as Sally hurtled toward her, chubby legs pumping faster than Vee thought a toddler should go. She reached out and scooped the baby up, settling her on her lap. She gave Sally a stern look and said, "I'm sorry, but did you just call me Aunty Pee? As in urine? Do you have any idea who you're talking to, child? I could have you executed for such disrespect."
Sally just giggled and grabbed at Vee's long straight hair, burying her fingers in the fine strands. "That's it, off with her head!" Vee yelped, laughing as she was forced to twist her head to ease the pressure on her scalp.
"I'm sorry, Vee!" Casey cried. She'd been following close behind her daughter and helped Vee extricate the tiny, but torturously effective hands. Vee sighed in relief as Sally was lifted from her lap and set free to terrorize the garden.
"Seriously though, did she just call me Pee? What are you teaching this child?"