"Michael is a terrible dancer mom! Plus, Michael is likely to drown in a kiddy pool." I laugh and Michael nodds.
"C'mon Ava help me!" Mom pleaded, lightly giggling.
"Oh! How about guitar!" I exclaim.
"That actually does sound really cool..." Michael replys. Thats the beginning of the story about how my brother became the green haired guitar player in a talented band. He still cant get off his phone though...