A composition about my sister coming to my house to play.

Early in the morning, my mother said she would take me to my sister's house to play. I am very happy to hear the news. When I arrived at my cousin's house, I couldn't wait to enter the room, quietly walked behind her, blindfolded her and said, "Guess who I am?" "Sister." At first, my sister sat in the crib and read happily, while I watched. Looking at it, my sister suddenly asked me, "Sister, if a little girl younger than me calls me aunt, what should I call her?" "niece." I answered with a smile. "That man should be a cowherd, right?" I said happily, "when I say niece's nephew, I don't mean the kind who knits sweaters." Men should be called nephews. " I couldn't help laughing when I saw an interesting sentence. My sister was startled by my laughter and came to me. "What were you laughing at just now?" My sister asked me. "I saw a joke." "Really? Let me see. " But accidentally, with a hiss, that page was torn by my sister and fell to the ground. My sister jumped out of bed quickly, and the rotten pages were beside the bed. Her feet that fell to the ground brought a gust of wind and blew the paper away by dozens of centimeters. My elder sister crawled towards this piece of paper and kept muttering "My paper, my paper ..." Hum! I think this little guy is cute. After dinner, I should go, but my sister said to me, "Sister, let's play for a while, just 10 minutes, ok?" "I promise to come again next time." Under my repeated promises, my sister bit her lip and reluctantly said goodbye to me. I thought all the way: my mother often mentioned me.