Fights!

You'd think, living in a house with two teenage boys, that I would witness a lot of fights. But I don't. So when it happens, instead of charging at them, arms outstretched to wrestle one of them away from the other like my dad does, I flop down in the nearest chair (a safe distance away) and watch and yell things like 'KICK HIM IN THE GROIN!!!"

I get lots of dirty looks from my mom. But it's okay, because it only happens like once every two months.