Today the happy, cheerful family of mine woke up at a early hour of 5 I-kill-you-now am, to find my sister shouting that she knew what colours she wanted to paint her bedroom.

Green with purple spots.

Apparently it came to her in a dream, so either my sister has generally awesomely bright coloured dreams or she was tripped out on LSD. I doubt the last as she is only 10.

Being the kind and considerate older sister I am, I reminded her that we would not be repainting her room for the next 8 years or so, and that she would have to live with her colour choice. I tried to convince her she would be better off picking an unobtrusive colour.

A futile attempt when talking to sibling number 2.

Whilst trying to convince her that she would regret this decision, I brought up the idea that in 5 years time when she brings home Mr. Boyfriend, he's going to laugh at her room.

She told me boys were icky and she'd never ever want a boyfriend. *Sigh* Don't you just love the young and naive? Of course boys are icky - that's not going to stop you from wanting them though.

Anywho, after I finished laughing at her, she told me she really, really wouldn't want a boyfriend.

Now, I saw this as the pure gold it was, and made a bet with her. If she could get to the age of 18 without ever wanting the change the colour of her walls or ever get a boyfriend, I'd admit she was right, give her five dollars and forever intrude her as "my young and beautiful sister who is never wrong."

But if she does, she admit's I am the one who is right, gives me five dollars and forever introduces me as "my wise and totally hot sister who is never wrong."

I got her to sign the paper saying so, and got my amused father to sign as witnes. I've framed it and hung it on my wall.

When she gets her first boyfriend I shall come running, with my piece of paper, thrust it in her face and demand she introduces me to her new "friend."

Oh, and I will know when she does have one.

I have spies, EVERYWHERE! Muwahahaha!