On the way to school this morning, Blake and Parker were naturally arguing over the same red piece of paper, with lizards punched out of it.
It belonged to Blake, Parker had it, Blake wanted it.
Parker said, "No."
"You are bratty Parker."
I couldn't help but gasp. I turned to Blake and said, "Wow. That was mean. I am sure you know what to do next, and why don't you add in there something nice about your brother while your at it."
"Sorry Parker. You're not bratty all the time."
