The skittle challenge

Okay, so this happened like 3 weeks ago and I’m just now getting it written. Everything will be sort of back dated for a little while. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY.

So on Saturday night (3 weeks ago) we were having dinner (Me, little brother, mom, dad, Allen-who-is-little-brother’s-friend, and Cady-who-is-my-friend-and-happens-to-be-Allen’s-little-sister).

We were discussing the disappearance of a certain 54oz. bag of skittles from our kitchen counter… 

Exhibit A

Little brother just shrugged and said, “It’s in my room.” Something happened next though I can’t remember what, but in the end it culminates to my father saying, “It’s not like the flavors mean anything. You can’t tell.” Cady immediately piped in, “I can tell.” quietly, as little brother huffed in indignation, announcing that he also could tell the difference. Thus, the challenge was born.

It was mom who suggested it. I blind taste test. I gathered dish towels to blindfold them while little brother waded through his trash heap of a room to find them (he’s been sleeping in my bedroom because his is such a mess. Seriously. That’s a sign.) I, of course, could not participate because I’m off sugar and skittles are basically little balls of pure sugar dyed different colors.

One at a time I gave each of them a different colored skittle, holding it up so my dad could mark down what they really had, before letting them eat it.

It was a brilliant system. I made up a little chart and everything (pictured at the bottom) that he recorded everything on. They would hold up their color before eating it so that we could compare, etc.

The results were as follows:

Cady: 5/5

Allan:3/5

Little Brother: 0/5

Little brother guessed red twice and was wrong both times.

He is terrible.

Over.