*Note: To fully comprehend the gravity of this act, you have to read this.
I woke up at 7 a.m.
I got up and went to my sister’s room.
As I was standing by her bed, watching her sleep, I mustered up all the courage I could get. My sister could be very terrifying when in a bad mood, you see. She’s also an insanely talented slapper.
I knew there was a good chance I’d be in big trouble but I also knew that there would be no turning back. It was to be my greatest act of courage. So after a few deep breaths and a quick prayer (I’m serious), I executed my revenge.
I knocked on her bedside table until I saw her eyes, those big, scary eyes, open.
And then, I asked her in a very happy and pleasant, almost musical, tone of voice,
“Do you want to build a snowmaaaaaaaaaaan?!?!?!”