this is my life
Younger Brother, Older Brother
"Is this your toothbrush?" my younger brother Hunter asks, holding up what is, in fact, my toothbrush. He's getting ready for a weekend trip somewhere.
"Yeah. What's yours look like?"
"I don't have one, I've been using this one since I found it."
I can't say that I'm speechless. I can't even say that I'm angry. I'm confused. When he had noticed a new toothbrush magically appear in our bathroom, the one only he and I use, he should have been able to reason that it, if nothing else, wasn't his. "Hunter, you had to have known that wasn't your toothbrush."
"I don't care, I have a cleaner mouth than you anyway." He's still holding the toothbrush when my older brother Joffy comes in.
"Are you taking that toothbrush somewhere?" he asks Hunter, ignoring me in the corner.
"No."
"Good, cause I need that."
"Is this your toothbrush?" my younger brother Hunter asks, holding up what is, in fact, my toothbrush. He's getting ready for a weekend trip somewhere.
"Yeah. What's yours look like?"
"I don't have one, I've been using this one since I found it."
I can't say that I'm speechless. I can't even say that I'm angry. I'm confused. When he had noticed a new toothbrush magically appear in our bathroom, the one only he and I use, he should have been able to reason that it, if nothing else, wasn't his. "Hunter, you had to have known that wasn't your toothbrush."
"I don't care, I have a cleaner mouth than you anyway." He's still holding the toothbrush when my older brother Joffy comes in.
"Are you taking that toothbrush somewhere?" he asks Hunter, ignoring me in the corner.
"No."
"Good, cause I need that."