Only Thing She’s Eating Are Her Words

(My brother is a teenager, and he eats a LOT. One day, I’m hungry so I check the fridge.)

Me: “Mom, there’s nothing to eat.”

Mom: “What do you mean?! I just went to the grocery store two days ago and filled up the fridge!”

Me: “Your piranha boy ate it.”

Mom: “Don’t call him names. It’s not nice—”

(Just then, he walks on by with his belly bulging, crumbs and sauce on his face and on the front of his shirt, gnawing on a chicken leg bone.)

Me: “Seeeeee?”

Mom: “I’ll go again…”