Aubrey: wait mom, don't go downstairs. It's a red sign. (We both stop with our toes on the edge of the top step) ok. Green sign. Go! (We both begin to descend the staircase in a very leisurely, unracelike fashion. I reach the bottom first) mom! Come back up here! I'm supposed to win!
Me: Aubrey. I have to feed Sylvia and get ready for work. If you wanted to win you should have walked faster.
Martin: hashtag entitledgeneration