"I made you all sandwiches!"
Isabel was at it again. Emmelynn didn't think the living room carpet would ever recover from the orangeade and now her 4-year-old sister had to go and make sandwiches. Peanut butter, mayonnaise and Cheetos. Corned beef and Jell-O. Not jelly, Jell-O. Cream of tarter, sugar and eggs. Raw eggs. Not to mention all the Nutella on the ceiling. Isabel was the only person Emmelynn knew who could get Nutella on the ceiling. And she burnt all the bread to a crisp before putting anything on it. If Isabel could mess even sandwiches up, then Emmelynn did not want to know what she would do with spaghetti.
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