The Breakfast Incident

Usually, when I eat at the dining table, my sister sits next to me.

And we while away the long hours of breakfast, lunch and dinner by chatting until our parents come and shout at us.

So today, when I was having breakfast, my sister came and occupied her usual spot next to me.

We started talking about Roblox and Among Us and other video games, and then my sister did something ridiculous. And really, REALLY gross.

She dipped her finger in her peanut chutney and wiped it on my bottle. My eyes widened as I hastily pulled my precious bottle away from  her. "Eww!!! That's SO gross!" I said, as I fumbled to wipe the chutney away.

I'm sure you already know that I'm a tit-for-tat kind of girl, so I dipped MY finger in MY chutney and tried to do the same. My finger barely brushed the surface of my sister's bottle, but get this: it wasn't even the chutne-dipped finger : it was just my normal finger, which was still wet from my washed hands.

My sister squealed like a pig and called for my mom. That's what she does when she wants to get away with something: she summons my parents.

My mom came striding to the dining table. She asked both of us if we didn't know how to eat. My sister, then, with her classic tearless-yet-pitiful face told my mom that I had streaked her bottle with chutney.

But then I, defensively, informed my mom that my sister did it first.

I braced for an epic lecture about minding my own business and eating fast, but I almost felt like whooping when she turned to my sister, scolding her and telling her that I wouldn't have done it if she hadn't in the first place.

My mom stalked off, and my sister kept shooting me angry donkey faces. Then, my leg accidentally BRUSHED my sister's, and she started squealing yet again.

This time it was my father's turn to come. But my father wasn't a person who'd take any nonsense. So he told my sister sharply to sit across from me, and my sister staggered to the other side of the table, keeping her puppy face on.

A few minutes passed, and I'd started playing with my piece of idli. My sister kept staring at me with the same angry donkey faces. So I told her to eat her food, and she summoned my parents again.

My father came in again, and this time, he grabbed a tray and made it stand in such a way that it blocked my sister's face.

I was grateful for it. And a few minutes later, I rested my leg on my sister's previously occupied chair.

My sister pulled her chair towards her, and I pulled it back. This tug-of-war game went on for a minute, until my sister got up from her chair and pulled the chair which had posed as the rope earlier. "Mine!" She screamed.

"Get off, you idiot," I said. She then screamed for my parents again. And this time, I knew that I was done by the death look my mom was giving me when she came.

"Eat," she said. "None of you have brains! And if you two stare at each other once more, I won't talk to you."

That did the trick. I quietly resumed playing with my idli, and my sister was staring at my mom with wide eyes and an open jaw - she should've assumed it made her look pitiful, but I think it only made her look stupid. 

My mom scowled at her, and my sister too, silently continued having her idli.

After my mom had left, we still continued scowling at each other and kicking each other under the table. But then I FINALLY finished my breakfast and went over to the sink to wash my plate.

And now I'm writing this post, and I'm also waiting for my sister to give me a nice apology (which I'll of COURSE turn down).

And yes, I'm still yet to tame my sister.