You’re Not My Favorite
As a camp counselor, I had this troublemaker in my cabin. He would constantly moan about having to brush his teeth, take a shower, and do activities—that he CHOSE AND SIGNED UP FOR—etc.
I felt so bad because all I was doing was nagging him all the time. Then on the last night during dinner, he turned to me and said, “You know, you’re not my favorite counselor”.
To which I responded—with the cheeriest smile I could muster—”It’s okay, you’re not my favorite camper either”! Story credit: Reddit / Scarlet-Ladder