If Saachi and I were shot into a worm hole which caused us to switch ages, our lives would probably switch too. Instead of her asking me for advice, I would be the one pleading for help. On the other hand, I would only have to do the spoons while she did all the groceries, dishes and laundry. I would have a measly 30 minutes of homework and then reading as she did 2 and a half hours of homework. Then again, she would probably be asking me do play board games all the time, and I would have to decline for fear of her inevitable victory. At dinner, when we were having a family discussion, she would be the one who didn’t speak up. Of course, I would be the “squeaky wheel” who, in our family, doesn’t always “get the grease.” All in all, our “yeah”s and our “boo”s almost cancel out, leaving me just as cheerful as usual.
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