he blinked at few times at her but when when the “insult” was in full splendor but when she started to laugh, he broke into a smile watching her laugh because he knew it wasn’t serious—  ”Y-Your brother?” he said mimicking her laughter

“My brother is eight years old. He hasn’t learned to swear yet. Thank God.” she laughed again, although she couldn’t quite grasp  the situation and what was so funny, but she couldn’t stop. Here she was, a full-grown woman of twenty-one, and the best insult she could come up was “You’re a poopoo head.”

As she finally caught her breath, she looked up at you, her face flushed and red. As she panted slightly, still trying to catch the air in her lungs, she asked, “Do you have any siblings?”