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(My brother is 26 and is supposed to receive his doctorate by July next year. Due to some incidents caused by both him and the university, the start of his research keeps getting pushed away. The whole family is at home for Sinterklaas, a Dutch holiday where we exchange gifts with poems attached to them. My sister, in a poem to me, has referenced to this and so has my mother in a poem to my brother.)
Brother: “Why are you being all so mean about this? It’s not my fault!”
Mum: “Who’s fault is it that your portfolio wasn’t in order?”
Brother: *begrudgingly* “Mine.”
Mum: “And who’s fault was it that you only called the university twice, when you easily had the time to badger them?”
Brother: *begrudgingly* “Mine.”
Mum: “If you’d put half as much effort into getting your research dates in order, as you’ve done making up excuses, you could’ve started in September as planned.”
(My brother starts sulking, and there is an awkward silence.)
Dad: *rubbing his hands and smiling* “I love it when everyone is home for the holidays.”
(I have just come home from visiting my best friend for two days. I am 29, and my brother is 23.)
Me: “Look, look! Friend gave me that Gonzo plushie I wanted for Christmas!”
Brother: “…Son of a b****!”
Brother: “I ordered you one of those for Christmas.”
Me: “Oh. Um, sorry? In fairness, I didn’t think you’d get one, since you made fun of me for wanting it when I told you.”
Brother: “Now I have to cancel it and think of something else.”
Me: “At least you can cancel it?”
Brother: “This is so messed up.”
Me: “Hey! You deserve a headache for making fun of anything related to The Muppets!”
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(My sister gets a little silly when she’s sleep deprived. She is working the night shift on Christmas morning. I arrive at the family home to find her already in the kitchen setting up to make Christmas dinner.)
Me: “Morning! Merry Christmas!”
(I notice that the paper bag on the counter is moving.)
Me: “…What’s that?”
Sister: *absently* “Hm? Oh… umm…”
Me: “Somebody’s present?”
Sister: “Oh, my no. This is Bob.”
Me: “Will Bob be joining us for dinner?”
Sister: “In the sense that he is dinner?” *pulls a large lobster out of the bag and holds it out* “Say hi, Bob!”
(I am 8 years old, and my brother is 5. I happen to find the Christmas gifts early, and partially open one enough to determine it is a Barbie car. As a joke, I switch the name label with one from a present for my brother. Christmas morning arrives and we’re opening gifts, when all of a sudden my brother lets out a loud, heartbreaking wail.)
Mom: “What’s wrong?”
5-year-old Brother: *holds up Barbie car* “Santa thinks I’m a girl!”