Out of the corner of my eye I see my little brother Salem walking by. I immediately sit up and begin biting the air.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m pretending to eat your birthday cake,” I pause for dramatic effect, “and it’s goooood.”
His eyes bulge, “STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!”
I smile, “No,” and continue to eat the fake cake.
“That’s mine!! Cut it out!”
“Oh, wait,” I pause and smile, “I haven’t blown out the candles yet.”
“You’re going to die!” He races toward me.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I haul ass into the next room and spend the better part of the night hiding under the bed. Times are good.