My little brother and I were to do the dishes together (me washing, him drying). It was the first and last time we were assigned to work side by side. I was nine and he was seven. I don't remember what he was doing. Probably breathing, but my tolerance level was low. We had to stand too close together and it was too tempting. He poked me with his elbow, and I gave him a good shove back. The wet glass in his hands went flying. He got sent to his room. I got to finish the dishes by myself.