The Big Red Button
“You should run for president! Your so wise! If anyone could bring world peace it would be you!”
I stared over my cup of jasmine tea, at my sister that sat across from me, her ecstatic face lit by the television. I shook my head rather violently.
“Oh no, I would have funded three rebellions against me in the first hour and by the end of the day I would have accidentally started a nuclear holocaust.”
“No, you wouldn’t!”
I narrowed my eyes and sipped my tea.
“You know how much I like to hit the big red button.”
She thought about all the times I got us into trouble after repeatedly being told to NOT do something. She nodded.
“Okay maybe you shouldn’t be allowed in a nuclear store room...”