It Seemed Like a Good Idea At The Time

After a long day of painting in my new house, I was exhausted and punchy. Unfortunately for little sister Cassie, it has long been her role in my universe to be on the receiving end of all punchy gestures.

While waiting for that last coat of paint to dry, Cassie stood on the toilet while I stood below staring at her crotch. It seemed so logical at the time to do this...



Later, as we drove back to my apartment so she could change before going out for dinner (necessary, as you can see), this was our conversation.

"Cass, there's paint in my hair. Why didn't you tell me?" She had. Several times.

"Oh really. There's paint on my crotch. Why didn't you tell me?"

Touché.

Everyone should have a little sister.