Overheard. . . .

"You, vacuuming the driveway?"  asked Sophia, wondering why mommy was cleaning a rug out in front of the house.  Actually, it'd been in the garage while our wood floors were installed and acquired layer of sawdust.

"You're magic carpet's double parked. . ."Dana [my younger brother] flatly informed me--not bothering to ask why a large rug was sunning itself in front of our home.

"Yeah? Well if I go back out there and it's gone we're really in trouble. . ." 

Later that same day. . .

"What are you doing?"Dana asked casually.

"Waiting for the cable guy.   Every time I get on the internet. . . "

     "The fridge shuts off?"  He jokingly interrupted

"You should see what happens when I open the garage door . . ."  

This is normal sibling banter for the two of us.  The goal isn't an exchange of information, the priority is laughter.   Info is simply a vehicle for the next punch line.