What Happened to Hannah? - Part Two

Hannah arrived at her sister's house just on time.

She couldn't believe she was to spend her weekend babysitting, but again, Mom was helping pay for her studies. And Mom wanted them to have a more close relationship. It wasn't Hannah's fault that Lena went and got herself pregnant, though. Now here she was, knowing at her sister's door and waiting to be led in so that her weekend could finally start and finish. 

"Hey, Sis," said Lena, "Thanks for doing this." 

"You're welcome," said Hannah, but her voice was unenthusiastic, "So, why am I here?"

"You are here to help me take care of the baby."

"I'm not good with kids, though."

"That's okay; I have something in mind for you this weekend."

Her sister's voice was, for lack of a better word, suspicious. It was the same voice she would use whenever she had an idea to get them in trouble when they were younger. And something about that voice made Hannah hesitate her decision. But alas, Mom told her to be there, and she was, and she would soon be back in her dorm with her roommate, Elle, planning their successful future.

Inside Lena's house, Hannah could see a playpen, and inside said playpen, she could see little Annie, no older than eight months. 

Hannah smiled at her awkwardly.

"So, what exactly am I doing here?" 

"I need help potty training." 

"Help? Sis, you're a bit old to be potty trained. Don't you think?"

Lena chuckled, "Well, I think it's good you kept your sense of humor. Thought university would suck it out of you."

You'd think that 'cause you have no education, thought Hannah, but decided against saying it. Instead, she had a bigger question in her mind. 

"Robb's about to turn three; he needs to be out of diapers soon. And you can help me."

"Where's he, by the way?"

"Upstairs." 

"How am I supposed to help you potty train them? I'm not a mother, a babysitter, or anything related."

"Well," said Lena, "I was reading a mother's experience with it. And she got a helper. A potty training buddy. Someone that serves as a challenge. He's very competitive for his age." 

"Okay... I still don't get why I am here."

"I need you to be potty trained with him."

Hannah laughed, "You're kidding. Right?"

"Not really. No."

"I'm not doing it."

"Very well, I tell Mom, and you'd have to find a job."

Hannah knew she didn't really have a choice. She did, but she hated working. If there was something she hated more than jocks and stay-at-home mothers, it was working. Sweating and being looked down upon by her peers. No. She just couldn't.

"How dim is your son that he would fall for that?

"Kids don't really have a sense of age or time. As long as you pretend to be his age, he'll fall for it."

"What does that mean?"

"Do you agree to do it?"

"I don't know what it means."

"I won't tell you until you agree to do it." 

Hannah sighed, "Just this weekend?"

Lena nodded, "Just this weekend." 

"Alright then. I'll do it." 

"Good choice," said Lena, smiling devilishly at her.