How to Admit Your Mistakes
Toward the end of the time period when my mother, both of my brothers, and I all lived in the same house, my older brother lost his toothbrush somehow. Instead of getting a new one, he found it more amusing to just use mine. Anyone who has an older brother (including my younger brother) will understand that me not wanting him to use my toothbrush did not stop him.
So, what did I do, you ask?
I bought a second, secret toothbrush (never a sign that your life is going well) and in front of multiple witnesses I used my old toothbrush to scrub between my toes, then put it back in the toothbrush cup for my older brother to use.
And he did.
Many times.
I saw him do it, and pretended to not want him to.
You may be wondering when I finally told him about this. Assuming he reads these comics and comments: just now.