(Walking to the car)

Mom: “Oh goodness, how embarassing. Look at your sister, her jeans… so baggy!”

Me: “So, I take it Angel was complaining about her new jeans?”

Angel: “YES. They’re brand new and they’re supposed to be tighter! (pulls at excess fabric)”

(Mom & I roll our eyes)

Angel: “But you know, if I wash and dry these? They’ll stay baggy and shrink five inches in length!”

Mom: “Well, you’ll just have to eat an extra piece of birthday cake tomorrow.”

Me: “That’s another way to fit into your jeans by Friday!”