Me: what? you're driving the porsche now?
Littler Brother: yea
Me: wait... why is it a different color? (silver vs. gold)
Littler Brother: it's a different porsche...
Me: What?! What do you mean?!
Littler Brother: We traded the other 911 in, the engine blew... it's a different porsche
Me: oh weird.
(this is what I miss from not coming home as often as I should...also apparently my littler brother is now 17... I didn't know that either)
although essentially I should've not been so surprised. when I lived in london my parents failed to tell me they traded my mercedes in to get themselves a new Jaguar...their reason being that I don't drive anymore
