Sigh...

I suppose it is inevitable in a house as small and full as ours that one day India would throw open my bedroom door at the same time my fourteen year old brother would be bounding down the stairs toward my room, so that just as I holler out, "India! Shut the door," it would make my brother look up to see me, standing there in my black push-up bra and lace panties that don't quite cover it all, and of course India would not know what to do and then leave without shutting the door.

Inevitable.
And awkward.