“We’re out of soy milk,” Tai hollered at breakfast one day.
“Yep,” I said.
“Is it the thirty-first already?” Dad said, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he stared at the calendar. “Our rent is almost late!”
“Yep,” I said.
“I can’t find my homework!” Edward yelled from the living room. “There are stupid papers all over the floor!”
“Yep,” I said.
“No toilet paper!” Danny howled from the bathroom.
“Interesting,” I said, flipping the pages of my puzzle magazine.
Needless to say, in three days they had surrendered and promised to listen to me in the future.
