"They look the same to me," replied my husband, before taking a big swig out of Cortlen's glass.
"Now they don't," my husband observed.
Cortlen catapulted himself off his chair. He writhed in agony under the kitchen table until I finally put him out of his misery and sent him to his room.
"He had more! He had more!" Cortlen cried until he decided that having an ounce less carbonated beverage than his sibling was better than having no carbonated beverage at all.