I Swear This is The Last One About William.

Sometimes, a few lines can encapsulate two siblings in a way a lifetime of explanation cannot. This conversation, does just that.


~In our shower, there's a bar above the door, and for some reason, we keep shampoo on it. Today, a Lynx bottle decided to fall off, hitting my head. This was the FINAL straw. (it was also the first, but whatever. it almost concussed me.)~

"William!! Your dumbass Lynx conditioner fell onto my head! Why did you put it on the edge?" What kind of boy uses conditioner anyway? A girl, that's who.

"Well, did it break?"

"No."

"I meant the Lynx."

"I meant my head."

"I know. But which do you think I care more about?"

*anger levels increasing*

Don't take this word for word though. A lot of swearing was omitted.