A Thick-Skinned Family

(My family is eating dinner. We have eight microwavable potato skins, so the plan is we all get two.)

Sister: “Hey, who gets the last potato skin?”

Mom: “It’s mine, but you can have it.”

Me: “Can we split-”

(Before I can finish, my sister shovels down half the potato skin. We all stare at her a moment. She looks at the potato skin, then at me.)

Sister: *holding up half-eaten potato skin* “Want it?”