Prefers To Be Heartless

(I hand my sister a maple seed, which is called a key.)

Me: “Here is the key to my heart.”

Sister: “I don’t want the key to your heart.” *throws it at me*

Me: *singing* “Last Christmas I gave you my heart. The very next day, you gave it away.”

Sister: “Don’t be ridiculous! I had it for less than five seconds.”