I burst out laughing as my sister insists on her point of the discussion.

“It’s true! Your face looks shorter when you smile and squint your eyes like this.” She demonstrates to further prove her point.

I can’t reply through my hysterical laughter and she now switches tactics. “You know, you do look like a twelve-year-old when you laugh.”

That stops my laughter for a moment and I grab her with a malicious grin, “Die, rude child!”

Her laughter becomes choked by gasping for air as I tickle her sides. “It’s- It’s true!”

Now I am truly curious as I laugh again. I force my face to freeze and I get off the bed to look in my mirror. My expression horrifies me and I begin laughing all over again.

I run to the bed, burying my face in a pillow, “I look like a twisted piece of cheese!”

This just makes my sister laugh harder. I resolve to wear a paper bag whenever laughing in public.