I am happy to say, though, that we've both grown up quite a bit. Now that he's 30 (and I'm 26), we get along like mature adults ... we drink coffee, we have nice chats and we enjoy each other's company. It's on a very rare occasion that he would feel the need to still torture me ... yep, very rare indeed!
(FYI: I had just picked a booger out of Colin's nose and was on my way to wipe it on a tissue when Tory decided to try and make me eat it instead).
Happy Birthday Tory!
We love you lots :)