Soviet siblings on a table XD

Me: Mommy! Can I draw on the table?
Mom: . . .
Me:
Mom: . . .
Me:

   ---A century later---

Mom: . . .
Me:
Mom: . . . Do whatever you want.
Me: Yay! \(^w^)/ *scribbling on the table*
Mom: . . . Come down to dinner when I call you *goes downstairs*
Sister: *enters* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY TABLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! TT^TT DEMOOOOOOOOOOON!!!! D:< *pulls my hair*
Me: Auch! It's not your table little flea, it's my table, it cost 15 dollars!! D:< *pulls back*
Sister: MY TABLE!!! *pulling*
Me: My table! D:< *poking with the pen*



Well, after all, mommy bought it, it's mommy's table XD So, the drawing is my belonging and the table is mommy's belonging XDDD (It was already scribbled by my sister so, that's why it's so dirty and that! >w<)