It was a bright Sunday morning in early October. I was very happy that I did not have much homework from school and was feeling like drawing, which is my favourite pass time. After breakfast as I was gathering the drawing book, crayons and other necessary things, my sister suddenly came up to me and demanded my color pencils saying she wanted to draw too. I know it for a fact that she hates crayons because she once told me elders never use them. She has also been using watercolor for at least four years now. But when I told her all these, she countered me saying she just felt like using color pencils as the day reminded her of her senior school years. Then again, I was the first one to think about drawing that morning; so I must have a go with the colors. This time she took it a step further and said she thought about drawing the previous night too. Now that was not fair, how can someone know if the morning will be bright? I became angry and called her bluff and she started shouting that I was a bad kid. This trouble went on for another hour when our father came back from Sunday market with fresh vegetables and supplies. He asked us to wash and peel each of the vegetables we could. My sister knew how to do it but she cut her finger earlier and I never knew how to do it. However, both of us wanted to help. So, she started instructing me and I did as much as I could. During all these, we eventually forgot about our earlier disagreement and finally did the drawings sharing those crayons and were laughing at our earlier stupidity.