Siblings fight a lot, but when they are away for school, they don't see each other as much. When siblings come home for the holidays, they get stuck with each other for a month. Here are some of the things that my brother and I tend to fight about.

1. Food

Food comes down to two arguments: where we are going, and who is paying. My brother and I almost NEVER agree on the same place, and when it comes down to deciding where to eat the conversation usually goes:

"Where do you want to go to eat?"

"I don't care."

"OK, how about Chinese?"

"No, I don't want that."

"OK, so what do you want?"

"I don't care."

2. Grades

Ever since my brother and I got home from college, we have been arguing about grades. Nothing aggravates me more than when he rubs his grades in my face. We get it... OK... you're the smart one.

3. Pets

Every night there are at least five cases of doggo napping. I'll fall asleep with all three dogs, but when I wake up to get water or something, I'll be down to one. It's a constant battle of who the dogs love more, and plot twist it's neither of us; it's my dad.

4. Parents

This is an argument that all siblings have: who is the favorite child. As much as we fight about who the favorite child is, we definitely keep tally's on our parents and pick our favorite. They might say they don't have a favorite, but we both know they do, and it changes daily. #KissUp

5. Personal Space

My brother and I are always fighting about personal space. He will literally sit there, less than an inch away from me and as soon as I complain about it he says, "I'm not touching you," which he knows drives me INSANE! The absolute most annoying thing is when I tell him to stay out of my personal space bubble, and he looks me in the eye and says "pop" and pops my imaginary space bubble.

6. Chores

When we are all away at college we get used to doing our chores on our own time, but as soon as we walk in the door our mom starts giving us things to do. "Put the dishes away"; "wash the towels"; "get the Christmas decorations from the attic," but how do we decide who does the chores? The only way possible, nose goes.

7. Driving

When it comes to who is driving, there is always an argument, but somehow, I'm always the one who ends up using MY gas. I don't know how he does it, but my brother always has some excuse as to why he can't drive.

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Don't get me wrong my brother and I fight all the time, but I know he will always have my back, and I don't know what I would do without him. He is my best friend, my right hand, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.