“What do you say to Delia to get her to brush her teeth?”
“You tell her she’ll never get another cupcake again. Only her brother will.”
“You’re telling me to add another level of complexity to the already burdened sibling rivalry that exists between them?”
“Ladies, time for crunches.” We moved to the floor and lay down. Boomer put on some techno beats to help us keep pace with the two thousand crunches he expected us to complete in a continuous five-minute stretch sans respite.
“Holy shit, ma, you’re evil. I can’t do that.”