“I read you guys your bedtime story, go to bed!" my sister shouted as she put water into the kettle. "But Mom," a small voice whined. I smirked, ready for what my sister was about to bestow. "But nothing, you two bet—-" I interrupted, unable to control myself. "Get back into bed before the monster tries to bite your ankles!” HumorBedtime StoriesSarcasim Book:Beneath the Scars Source: Beneath the Scars