I walk upstairs to see my sister sitting at the dining room table on the computer. I have a little chat with her (and by little, I mean the size of the words I can use so she'll understand me) when I suddenly hear someone laugh at a joke from the adjacent living room. I look around the corner to see her friend sitting on the couch by herself in the other room. She'd been silent for the last 5 minutes. Curious about what's going, I ask my sister what the two of them are doing in separate rooms being quiet until I show up.
Me: Amy, what are you doing on the computer?
Amy: Stuff.
Me: Right. So why is your friend sitting in the other room by herself?
Amy: Oh, she's taking pictures of me.
Me: No, she's not. She's just sitting there looking bored.
Amy: Well, she was. I'm making her take a lots of pictures of me, then I look at them on the computer. Then I make her take more pictures of me.
Me: That's horrible (then only half-sarcastically): And now, you're probably heavily photoshopping them, then you're going to upload the whole mass of them to Facebook, I'll bet.
Amy (not sarcastic at all): Yeah.
Me: ...
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