How would you feel if your little sister came into your room and asked,"What's 3+2?" for 15 hours straight when you explained to her millions of times that it equals 5 and you even brought out the little number blocks and said it sssslllllllllloooooowwwwlllllllyyyyyy only to discover that she wasn't listening and supposedly "understood", but after 2 minutes, she comes into your room and asks,"What is 3+2?" and you want to kill something. You tell her that it equals five, but she ignores you and asks,"Whatisthreeplustwowhatisthreeplustwowhatisthreeplustwowhatisthreeplustwo..." and you rip out a patch of hair. You tell her to shut up and shove her out of your room and lock the door, but she raises her voice and you can still hear her through the door. You reach for your CD player, but it's missing and you hear a loud smash outside. You hear her stupid little voice through the door until dinnertime. After dinner, you find her in your room standing on the shattered remains of your stuff still asking,"What's 3+2?" How would you feel? Ehh?
