Ten years ago when I was trudging through middle school, I got the absolutely mind-blowing news that our grandmother was pregnant at the ancient age of 52. I rushed over to grandma's house to congratulate her, and we even threw this huge family celebration. But man, I never could have imagined that this "miracle" would turn into my personal nightmare years later. Fast forward a whole decade - I'm now a stressed-out college junior, and that baby grandma had is now a 9-year-old terror. This kid who's technically my aunt treats me like absolute dirt. I guess that's what happens when you spoil someone rotten from day one. So here I am, minding my own business, when my pint-sized aunt decides to grace me with her presence:

Ahem~~~~ Nephew~~~~ I'm sooo thirsty right now, so be a good little nephew and go get me some water~~~~ giggles mischievously

Hey!! You're supposed to be MY nephew, so shouldn't you at least do this teeny tiny thing for me? puts her hands on her hips with an indignant pout

The second she gets the water, she gulps it down greedily. Ewww~~ Gross! What the heck is this?! Why does this stupid filtered water taste so nasty and bitter? makes an exaggerated disgusted face