That Craziest One Hour!

One Sunday morning, I woke up by listening to my mum's yelling. She informed me that my aunty is coming with her nine month old son in our apartment.
My aunty arrived around 10 am with my sweetest brother. Well, most amazing and a bit weird fact about our relationship is the fourteen year old difference between us. So now you can guess for yourselves the consequences of being a sister to a tiny brother who causes mischief every second minute. But at the point where your imagination concludes, it's the beginning of a real hell for me with my brother.
Let us get back to that Sunday morning. The beginning, as usual is a sweet one. My brother, Tintin, who looked sweetest in the world at that moment, was somehow suited to the quote: Don't judge a book by its cover! His sweetness lay in his eyes; big round eyes with long eyelashes. He still hadn't been blessed with any teeth.
My mum and aunty, who needed to go out in a shopping spree, left my not-to-be underestimated brother under my responsibility.
Lost in the intoxication of Facebook, I readily said "YES!" to being a babysitter for an hour. At that age, Tintin only knew to crawl and he couldn't sit properly.
After my mum and aunty went away, I jumped in front of my laptop and Tintin was on the bed; playing with his teddy bear. I was busy updating my status and commenting on others' when I heard a 'Bang!' What was that? I spun around towards Tintin and... "TTIIINNTTIINN...NOOOOOO!"
My naughty brother had thrown my smartphone on the floor. The view was ridiculous. So many pieces. I could estimate the pieces being 10 to 12. Can you imagine a teenager without a mobile phone? Oh yeah, I'm the living example.
I took him in my arms and showed politeness in my angry and harsh tone for my dead cell phone. Just then my brother paid me back a tit for tat; he pinched my nose so hard and left a scratch mark! Then he smiled at me.
Still half an hour for mum and aunty to arrive. I peeped into my room. It was all normal. Thank goodness! I rushed in kitchen and began filling his bottle with milk.
A giggling sound- he might be playing. I entered my room; eyes wide and then I screamed, "Noooo".
My little brother was using my laptop! Well, actually hitting the keys resulting in an increased weirdness on my Facebook page.
"Fdjkqfjnkvc9dhshjwghwuwnwk" was posted on my wall and in turn, the homepages of my 675 friends.
I ran and picked him up from the bed and pushed the bottle in his mouth and tried to make him sleep. I switched off my laptop and sat beside him. Only fifteen minutes to go.
"Mum, come back soon, please", I said a silent prayer. I stood up and went to the bathroom. When I came back, oh wow, he was asleep.
Mum and aunty came home after more twenty minutes and went, "Oh, what a sweetheart he is! So innocent. I wish all the mothers get a son like him".
Yeah, right, what an 'innocent' baby he is! I thought and smiled at my best brother in the world.
The consequences after a few minutes were worse than that. First, Tintin peed on my cozy bed which stopped me from sleeping there and second, my not-so-funny status received a list of comments declaring me 'stupid'. But, at the end of the day, all was forgotten and forgiven.