One morning after breakfast, twelve-year-old Dan pushed back his chair, ready to leave the table, when his sister Denise stopped him with a sharp look.

“You could at least put the empty cereal box in the recycling bin,” she said, arms crossed.

Dan shrugged, grabbed the box, and sauntered to the top of the basement stairs. With a flick of his wrist, he flung it frisbee-style toward the bin. The box spun wildly, whirling through the air before landing dead center with a soft thud.

“Woo-wee!” Dan shouted, throwing his arms up. “I’m amazing!”

“Just lucky,” Denise said.

“Pure skill,” Dan countered.

Denise rolled her eyes. “Right. I’m sure that’s going to be your greatest accomplishment in life.”