“Then his crying wouldn’t wake you up.” I said nothing, because it wasn’t worth my breath. Peter never lost an argument – and not because he wasn’t wrong; he was, and pretty often too – but because he never got tired. He’d keep coming back at you no matter how right you were until you threw up your hands and let him win just so you’d have some peace.”

“Then his crying wouldn’t wake you up.” I said nothing, because it wasn’t worth my breath. Peter never lost an argument – and not because he wasn’t wrong; he was, and pretty often too – but because he never got tired. He’d keep coming back at you no matter how right you were until you threw up your hands and let him win just so you’d have some peace.”

— Christina Henry