She looked confused, as if she couldn't understand why Bobby was unhappy. "Brubby doesn't like Sister? But Mom said Brubby really likes Gigi."
She smiled innocently to herself, eyes curling up, like a playful sunflower, "Gigi likes Sister, Gigi also wants to be Brubby, Gigi is happy~"
Bobby watched her silly, cheerful appearance, feeling his mood lighten a bit, yet he still kept a stern face, saying with displeasure, "Dummy, you're the Sister."
"Why, Brubby is Brubby, Gigi doesn't want to be the Sister." The little girl pouted, feeling as if she had been greatly wronged.
Bobby glanced at her, teasing her maliciously, "Because you don't have a pee-pee."
"Pee-pee?" What is a pee-pee?
The little girl felt even more aggrieved, her pink, pouty lips protruding further, "Why doesn't Gigi have a pee-pee? Does Brubby have a pee-pee?"
