Snow"Hey, Carlita, look at that!""Damon! Are you five?" Carlita shouted after the bi-hair-colored male, grimacing as he pointed to lights and smiled broadly like a five year old child.Her mother put a hand on her shoulder."Be patient with Damon."Carlita sighed, watching her older brother catch snowflakes on his tongue."I try, but it's hard!""Don't you want to do these things, too?"The question surprised Carlita, and she thought for a moment."Yeah, I guess I kinda might, but Mom, he's 25! He's acting like a little kid!""So are you," her mother replied. Carlita realized that was also true. She was whining like a five year old."Mo-om!" she groaned."Go play with your brother."Carlita smiled at her mom, before rolling some of the snow on the ground into a ball and throwing it at her brother.Damon turned around to see Carlita sticking her tongue out at him.Damon hit her in the face with his first throw.