Sugar and Spice and Not So Nice




This was written in response to today’s NaBloPoMo prompt: What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little?



When Nan was six years old the alien arrived crashing into her otherwise perfect world.

Up until the moment her parents announced in an overly enthusiastic voice, “You are going to be a big sister; we are going to have a baby brother or sister” Nan had been the center of her parents’ universe. Their lives had revolved around her life – school, ballet and tap classes, walks to the park, trips to the toy store to buy another doll to add to her collection. That was all about to change. Something inside her told her to scream “Nooooo…” when her parents made the announcement but she kept quiet. They seemed so happy about it.

“Great,” she forced through a fake smile plastered on her face. Honestly, Nan didn’t see why her parents wanted another child when they had her. Wasn’t she enough?

Nan pretended to be excited even though she sensed her world wasnt ever going to be the same and that she wasnt going to like it. She just didn’t know how much she wasn’t going to like it.

When her parents said she was getting a little brother or sister, Nan imagined a girl just like her but a little smaller. Or maybe a boy who would be shorter than her. She wasn’t convinced that it would be a good thing. But maybe it wouldn’t be all bad. A little sister would be someone to go to dance class with and she could climb trees with a little brother. If she had to have one, she thought maybe a sister would be better because a brother might pull her Dad away to do boy things with him; Nan had noticed that he fell asleep watching her dance in her ballet and tap classes. She didn’t realize that it was because he worked hard as a construction worker and was tired she thought it was because he didn’t like dance as much as she and Mommy did.

She thought about it for months and decided that maybe a little sister would be alright. That was until her parents came home with the alien. Her parents told her that she was a girl, her little sister. But she didn’t look like any girl Nan had seen before. They dressed her in pink and gave her a girl name Kathryn, but Nan thought she looked like an alien not a little sister. She was bald, her face was red and wrinkly especially when she cried, which she did all the time, and she smelled bad, really bad.


Her parents received lots of gifts and cards for the new baby and one of her aunts and her Dad’s Mom, her Nana even gave Nan dolls to add to her collection. That was nice. Nan liked dolls.

One of the cards read “Little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” Nan laughed and told her Dad, “Baby Kathryn must be an alien not a girl because she smells like poop, not so nice.”

Months went by and the alien began crawling and then walking. She was actually beginning to look like a girl, her hair had grown and she stopped crying so much, she still smelled bad and Nan still called her the alien.

Nan was beginning to get used to having an alien for a sister; Kathryn was always smiling and waiting for her. That ended the day she came home from school and found the alien invader in her playroom surrounded by Nan’s dolls, a pile of doll clothes on the floor, naked dolls everywhere.  Nan walked

in just in time as the alien was about to take a crayon and write on one of her dolls. Nan screamed for her parents, the alien cried, and Nan demanded that her parents send her back to wherever she came from. Her mother tried to calm her down and tell her that Baby Kathryn just wanted to play with her things because she looked up to her big sister. Nan was having none of it. Her sister had her own dolls, why did she want to play with her dolls? Either her parents did something about it or she would.

That night her Dad built her a shelf that was out of the alien’s reach and her parents sat down and told her that she was going to be a big sister again. “Great,” Nan said, “maybe this one will ruin the alien’s dolls not mine.”

Doll Images by artur84 at; Child Image by David Castillo Dominici at



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