Peter was finding some tranquility in this. A nice little zen point, wrapped in the comforting calm of his big sister. He was nestled in, his breathing soft and slow, when the thoughts going through her mind made him snicker. The snicker was infectious. It started small, then grew with the green dye. He was outright chuckling by the kazoos and the comedy glasses made him lose it, giggling hard as he cured against her.
"You brat," he said finally, swatting her with one hand. "I think I was about to... zone out or something. Two minute nap. You put green dye in his shampoo? When was this?!"