Recently, my sister called for a chat. She is eleven years older than me, so I often tease her about her advanced age. However, our most recent conversation focused on my age, instead:
Me: I totally hate it, I'm starting to get wrinkles! I have these little lines around my eyes, they're awful.
My sister: That's ridiculous. How could you have wrinkles? I'm way older than you, and I don't have any wrinkles!
Me: Are you sure?
Her: Of course! Hold on, I'll go check...
[clomp, clomp, clomp] I hear her walk to the bathroom.
[thwick] I hear the light switching on as she peers in the mirror.
Her: Aaahh!!! What happened to my face?!!
Me: [hysterical laughter]