Middle Sister has this pet peeve: she can't stand to be around anyone else when they're chewing. Little Brother with bubble gum can chase her out of a room in record time.
Mealtimes are not pretty around here with all of this going on.
Right now Little Brother is eating a toasted bagel. Middle Sister flew off the handle again: "You chew so weird! I can't stand it."
I commented, "You know, it's going to be really hard for you to live with other people when you grow up if you're going to be like that."
Little Brother suggested, "Maybe she'll be a nun!"