Erin washed. I dried. The kids finished their desserts.
I flicked my towel in mid air.
I make a very pleasing whip sound, if I do say so myself.
Erin: I used to hate it when my brother did that to me. I never could get him back. I could do the twisty twirl, but the towel never cracked for me.
Me: (twisting the towel) I never found twisting it made much difference...
I gave it the tiniest flicks.
Erin: OW! Owowowowowowowowow!
Me: I am so sorry.
Henry: Show me how!