Anna Banana

My family takes care of two Hispanic foster kids named Anna and David. Sometimes when my mom is tired I let Anna an eleventh-month old baby sleep in my room. She can be a cheerful baby. It all starts when she wakes up hitting me in the face to make sure I am awake to take her downstairs, for her morning bottle. She smiles with baby slobber pouring out of her mouth. It is gross but I do not care after looking into her big blue eyes that are happy to see me, and smile down in her carefree face. As I pick her up to take her downstairs, she puts her small head on my shoulder as if she has not seen me for months. When I put her on the floor she starts looking around to see what she can get into and then notices I have set her down. She puts up her tiny hand, and cries for me to pick her up. She has discovered how to get behind the TV and laughs at me while I am trying to pull her out. It makes me so crazy. I think it is funny when she beats up her older brother and takes away his toys, and how she is push, shakes, and chews on the baby gate as if she is trying to break out of her small jail. When she looks up at me with her big blue eyes, chubby legs, fat cheeks, short brown hair going every direction, and smile that could melt a iceberg, I cannot help but to reach down and rescue from her jail cell and then I tell my mom she can have the baby back.