Just when everyone was wondering whether to laugh at the little girl's words or condemn Sienna, she stepped in the basket of tomatoes, and the one on top burst. The juice squirted in different directions, landing on those who were close by.
Ali clapped her hands, squealed and licked her hands.
The struggle for Mrs. Miller was ended, because she pushed her adult daughter and adopted step-daughters away. "My tomatoes," she shrieked. She glared at the troublemakers as if she wished to pop them, the same way the tomatoes had been popped.
"They started it." Sienna pointed to the girls.
Mrs. Miller sighed. "Sienna, one minute you are mature and the next, you are fighting toddlers."
Sienna lowered her eyes to the girls. "They are not toddlers, Mira is almost as tall as me!"
"No, I am not." Mira rebuked.
"Yes, you are," Sienna insisted.
