Hutton, yelling up the basement stairs: “Mom! Rustyn told Joey she can’t have any pretzels!”

Walking over to the steps, and looking down: “Rustyn, share with your sister now!”
Rustyn runs over to the steps and looks up with a scowl, then tosses half a pretzel at J, who’s sitting on the fourth step. 
Hutton: “He said she can’t have any ’cause she smells.”
Rustyn, still scowling, shrugs. 
“Well…,” voice trailing as I consider his complaint.
Really not sure who to side with on this one…

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