Marty sat on the grass and watched his sister ride away on her bike. He started to cry. Marty's father was washing the car. He heard a tiny cry and went to find out what was wrong.
"Why are you crying?" Marty's father asked.
"Because I'm too tiny to do anything. I wish I weren't the youngest one."
"Be careful what you wish for," his father said.
Just then, Marty's mother came out to bring Marty's dad his tea. She patted her belly and smiled.
"We're going to have another baby," his mother said.
"And that means you're going to be a big brother," his father said.
"But, I'm too tiny to be a big brother," Marty said. "I'm just a baby!