My family and I are sitting in the living room, and yeah, we're morbid, so we make jokes about death and whatnot.
My brother is joking about taking my little sister's favorite blanket, you know, teasing a little bit.
My father laughs, because the sister he's teasing is also the one that can take a twelve year old quarterback down in a minute. He shakes his head and says, "Josh, if you take her blanket, just remember, you do have to wake up tomorrow."
Dawn, a.k.a. "Bam-Bam" grins and cuts her eyes at him jokingly and says, "No he doesn't."
I spent the rest of the day locked in my room.
