Mom: What do you want for dinner?

Me: I dunno. What are my options?

Mom: Mikayla wants Subway.

Me: That’s fine. Who’s going to go get it?

*mother and daughter exchange a look*

Mom: Joshua!

Me: Is he home?

Mom: No. But I can call him!

Me: We are officially pathetic. Not only do we not want to cook, we’re too lazy to go get it.

(If any of you wonder why I lack cooking skills, it’s because of this repeated scenario in the David household.)

*20 minutes later*

Me: You do realize we’d be the first animals eaten at the water hole.

Mom: No we wouldn’t. We’d be too skinny. Let me call Joshua and see where he is.

Me: So basically we’re pathetic *and* demanding.