Little miss America (captain Americas daughter)

35.

Peggy,

Me and Caleb had been playing house for a while before we got bored, and we were playing with cars now. I was winning.

Pops had helped me set everything out and we had a very big race track go around my play room. The race car set was called "hot wheels", at least that's what Caleb said.

"I'm gaining on you peggy!" Caleb shouted running up behind me, pushing his red car.

"Nuh, uh! I'm going to fast for you to catch up Caleb!" I shouted back, running faster and making my blue car go speeding along the track.

"Nuh, uh! I am goi-..."

"I won! I won! I won!" I shouted, my blue car had, quite obviously crossed the finish line and celeb's hadn't.

"No fair. Your dad is captain America. You were born to run faster than anyone on this planet!" Caleb pulled a pouty face, trying to make me feel bad.

It didn't work.

"Stop being a sore loser Caleb! I won fare and square!."

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"No"

"Yes"

"No!"

"No!"

"Yes!" Caleb shouted.

"Thank you for finally agreeing that I won." I told him smiling.

It was quiet for a minute until Caleb spoke,

"Peggy? Is it just me or did you get a lot smarter since 23rd Of November when this was last updated?" Caleb asked me putting up and eyebrow.

"Why Yes Caleb." I nodded "it's because the silly writer had a conversation with her six year old cousin, and found out that they're actually very intelligent beings."

"Okay." He shrugged "makes sense-..."

"Peggy! Caleb! Let's go!" Shawn shouted from the door of the play room. His hair was all messy and his face was bright red, like he had been caught doing something embarrassing.

Then Kali stood at the door next to him, her hair was a mess too. And her cheeks were bright pink.

"Why do you both look like you've been hit by a frying pan?" I asked them confused.

"And then dragged through a hedge backwards?" Caleb added, but then a funny look came on his face, and he turned to me slowly. "They were kissing."

I scrunched my face up in the weirdest way possible, and I probably looked really funny.

"Like on-..." I took a deep breath "like on the lips?" I asked him.

He slowly nodded, "Ewwwww" we both said at the same time.

It was yucky when older people kissed, why not hug. Or draw someone a picture. Why did they have to kiss on the lips.