I was cleaning the kitchen when I heard a commotion in the living room. J was running and yelling, "Stop it, C! Stop!"
Me: C, what are you doing?
C: Nothing! I'm just chasing J with a chapstick!
I thought about this for a bit as the melee continued. I'm sure no pre-teen boy wants his little sister to pretty up his lips, but J's reaction seemed out of proportion. Finally, in fear that all the chasing would result in damage to the house, I went into the living room to check on the situation.
C was, indeed, chasing J.
With a CHOPstick.
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