I’m standing in line at a bakery, and behind me is a teenage boy with his younger sister dangling off his skinny waist.
He says, “You gotta pick something good so you’ll remember this place by something good.”
“Ooo,” she says, “what about the eclair?”
“Yeah, that’s good. So are the croissants.”
They talk about a few desserts, and then the sister sees what she wants: the sugar cookies.
“No,” the brother says, “get something good!”
“These are good!” she says, as cutely as possible.
“Ugh,” he says, mockingly, “I’m disowning you.”
So she passes on the sugar cookies, because her brother said so, and she continues to hold tight to his waist.