"I need some new nailpolish," I declared from inside the hot shower. S stood shaving at the sink. "I have two colors but I don't like either of them."
"Did you like them when you bought them?"
"Yes. But they have been... compromised."
"...What?"
"Well they weren't dark enough so I added black to them."
"Hee hee hee, hee hee, how old are you?"
"I'm also all out of nailpolish remover and so I just painted the lavender on over the red that had mostly worn off, and now look," I pulled the shower curtain aside and placed my foot on the tub's rim. "It turned shiny chrome green, like the color of your Dad's old Super-B."
"Hee hee, hee hee, hee hee hee."
"Super-B toes."
"Hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee."
"We got that tax refund and I want some new nail polish."
"Hee hee hee hee."