So last night as Erika was sipping a glass of lemonade, Ryan walked past. He noticed the lemonade, and that it was from his two-liter bottle. He had paid for it. He knew that you couldn’t really undo what had been done, but as a sibling, you have to get your jabs in.
He said, “I hope you are enjoying drinking my saliva. Yeah, I’ve been drinking that straight from the bottle, and I backwashed a lot.”
Erika’s expression soured. She looked at her lemonade with disgust. “Dad!” she pled.
What did she want me to do? I told her the only thing she could do was just ignore him (or spit in it and pour it back.)
p.s. Ryan read this before I posted it and laughed. He said, "Good one, Dad." Then he said, "Wait. You are kidding, right? She didn't really do that, right?" Yes, I'm kidding. I didn't really say that.
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