The Criss household was the most normal family structure within the Bowers’ gang. A loving mother, a doting father, three rambunctious daughters, and a delinquent son. A hectic house was common, especially since all three of the daughters, aged 7, looked exactly the same. Triplets, and it wasn’t uncommon that the delinquent son, Vic, had to babysit. This particular Friday night, was one of those nights when Mr. and Mrs. Criss would go out, and why hire a babysitter when they had a free one right at home. The couple left at six and the call came around 7:00.
“Vic, grab your pocket knife and meet us at the creek. Patrick found a baby possum.”
It was Henry. Vic looked back at his three sisters eagerly setting up a tea party.
“Sorry Hen, I’ve got previous arrangements with the queen.”
There was shuffling on the other end of the phone and Patrick yelling about something getting away.
“ What.. what the hell are you drunk?” Henry asked, obviously annoyed with whatever was going on.
“ No, I have to present myself to the queen in about 20 minutes.”
Before Henry can reply, Vic hung up the phone. Amanda, The youngest of the three sisters ran over with an empty porcelain teapot.
" Victor, can we put real tea in this?“ She asked excitedly, an evident lisp caused by two missing front teeth.
"I guess as long as we don’t make a mess, mom just vacuumed in here.” Vic was handed the teapot and he started for the kitchen. As much as he would like to go poke at animals and cause trouble, he actually enjoyed his sisters. He was their brave big brother and they were the three princesses of the square coffee table.
Vic walked back to the living room with a full pot of tea and was greeted with three toothy smiles. Each of the girls had on dresses and tiaras, Amanda in the pink, Jessica in the blue, and Emily in the yellow. The coffee table was set up with a sheet, a tea set and a few courtly subjects (stuffed animals).
Jessica, the oldest, held up another tiara. “ We have to make you a princess too.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. Vic paused as he sat down. “ Why can’t I be a prince?”
“ Because that would mean you’d have access to the throne first, and that’s not fair.” She had a point, Vic shrugged.
“ Okay, but I’m not wearing a dress.” The three girls grumbled. Emily spoke up. “ Princesses don’t wear pants.”
“ This one does.” He argued.
“ You have to wear a dress!” Amanda pouted. Vic knew he wasn’t getting out of this argument.
“ Fine, go get me a dress.” The girls hurried off to go find one of their mothers’ dresses and the phone rang again.
“ Seriously, we found more possums and they’re just everywhere now.” It was Patrick this time.
“ A much as I would like to get rabies, I’m about to get a makeover so I’d rather stay here.” Vic wasn’t about to disappoint or abandon his sisters.
“ Seriously did you find some good dope and not tell us about it?” Vic rolled his eyes and just hung up again. Just in time for his sisters to come back with a green dress and a bag of makeup.
“ Woah, I never agreed to makeup.”
" But princesses are pretty, and you’re not.“
” That hurt.“
The dress was pushed into his arms and he reluctantly put it on over his clothes. He sat back down and the three girls got to work on his face. After five minutes of being poked in the eye with mascara and copious amounts of lipstick, they finally deemed Vic as ‘pretty’.
They all sat down and the tea party commenced. As overbearing as his sisters could be, he actually enjoys the time they spend together. Around 9:30 the girls had tired themselves out, Vic got them to bed, after 3 readings of Winnie the Pooh, and went back to clean up their mess.
The knock on the door surprised him a bit, especially since it was a bit rough. He threw the makeshift tablecloth onto the couch and went to answer it. As soon as he did Vic saw his three friends standing on the porch, Patrick with a possum on his shoulder.
Before he could say anything the boys all busted into laughter, Vic then realized. He never took off the makeup, or the dress and tiara.
” Nice get-up! Is there a pagent in town?“ Henry said between laughs.
Vic started to rub the lipstick off, ” Shut up.“
” Seriously what the hell happened to you?“ Belch asked after calming down.
” I told you guys, I had a meeting with the queen.“