Ok, so this is how it went: (A is my sister)
Me: OH MY GOSHHH MY BOOK BAG WEIGHS LATTERLY 1,000,000 POUNDSSS
A: It probably weighs only one pound (mind you, she is in first grade)
Me: ok, you will wear it till we go to church. No sitting at all.
A: ok
*we go outside to take the dogs out*
Me: is it heavy yet?
A: -clearly thinking its heavy- NOPE!
Me: ok, bend down and get that stick for me please
A: ok -she winds up falling on her butt-
Me: so, is it heavy?
A: nooooo -she falls again- pe
Me: ok
*we went inside, I went to my room*
A: -comes in my room-
Me: heavy yet?
A: nope
*just now*
A: -comes limping into my room, with the book bag on- I'm here -falls- to drop something off
Me: ok, put it on the bean bag
A: -puts it on bean bag and lays in floor-
Me: now your back hurts
A: YESSS DRAG ME!
Me: -drags her out- have a nice day
And she will probably kill me later
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I STRONGLY dislike my sister, but I have to live with her. Oh well
-HB
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