I Will Call You Squishy, And You Will Be My Squishy

| Related | February 15, 2015

(I was sitting in my room reading a book when I heard my sister throwing things around her room. Our rooms are right next to each other and the walls are pretty thin.)

Sister: “WHERE THE H*** DID IT GO? WHERE IS IT?”

(I poke my head into her room and see her legs sticking out from under her bed. I am about to ask her what she lost when she crawls out from under it and notices me. She is sixteen.)

Sister: “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SQUISHY?!”

Me: “What on earth is a squishy?”

Sister: “OH, LOOK OUT! YOU’RE GOING TO STEP ON IT!”

(I look down to see a stress ball by my foot. She grabs it and starts to squeeze it with her hand. Then she looks up at me still squeezing it and smiles.)

Sister: “This is Squishy.”

Me: “I worry about you.”

Sister: “I know.”

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