Donna watches as you, her little sibling, pout and try to reach the top shelf, amused. You're just so tiny. You had to climb onto the counter to get close, and it's still too high. You even had to climb onto a chair to get onto the counter. Honestly, it might just be the cutest thing Donna's ever seen.

"Does somebody need help?" she asks, grinning as she approaches you. Donna picks you up, holding you at arm's length like a wet cat.