Sep 02, 2009 20:24
We're sitting around, in the living room, discussing random teenager things (my two older daughters and I) when this takes place:
B: She stole my chapstick
Dad: Would this be the chapstick she stuck down her shirt earlier?
Dez: No, somebody gave that to me
B: Okay, SHE says that somebody gave it to her, but she took it out of my purse and put it on her desk, then I took it from there and put it back in my purse, and then she took it out of my purse again....
(for clarity, yes, I intentionally made the previous sentence commas, as Becky doesn't seem to use periods when she raves)
B: and now I can't find it anywhere, and I'm sure she's got it.
Dad: Grand, you're going to be the sort of sisters that steal each others' stuff.
Dez: Yeah, like my clothes.
Dad: Clothes, shoes, chapstick...
B: I'll give them back as soon as she returns my chapstick. (evil voice) She'll never find her underwear.
At this point, I was unable to stop laughing loudly enough to disturb the neighbors for several minutes.
Had to share.
life