Sometimes on Saturday, after a sleepless night spent listening to our little brother snore like a tractor while our parents periodically tell the other one that they are, in fact, snoring which is met with bleary eyed dumbo debates that include exchanges like “I was? No I wasn’t. Yes you were. No, you were.” we like to have a conference with our mother about the fact that we are the only member of the family that doesn’t snore and we are becoming increasingly worried about this problem.
Don’t Mind Me,
William Wide Awake