This post was edited at 12:20 PM, 02/02/05.
The following exchange is real. I'm using nicknames because my mom would freak if I didn't.
"Hey, if I write 'To Her Royal Highness Frogpop [my nickname for our youngest sister]' on the envelope, will it still get mailed?" asked Sis from her seat at the desk.
"Sure," I replied from the armchair. "Hey," I continued, slumping down in a mock-sulk, "how come you never write to me?"
"I e-mailed you all the time!" she protested, referring to my first two years away from home.
"I said 'write.' Present tense."
"Oh." Sis sat up very straight and pretended to write. "Dear Hannah, how are you? How's the weather over there? I think your side of the room is hotter than mine." She paused, and continued 'writing.' "Pass the milk."