Setting: Local Cracker Barrel on a summer morning at breakfast time
Characters: Half-brother and me
Scene: Characters have entered Cracker Barrel for purpose of enjoying country-style breakfast; before being seated, characters mill about aimlessly in gift shop area
Brother: Buy me this.
Me: You don't need a John Deere tractor shirt. You've never even seen a John Deere tractor in real life.
Brother: Whatever. Then buy me this.
Me: Why do you need a bird feeder?
Brother: I guess I don't. Buy me this toy.
Me: [idly shaking Magic 8 Ball I've picked up] No. You don't need a raccoon puppet, either.
Brother: [watching me shake Magic 8 Ball] Just put it down. Don't even bother asking. He's NOT coming back.
Me: What? OHHHHHHHHH! Good one, you little jerk! [Brother evades slap aimed at back of his head by running behind elaborate candle display.]
This kid. It's a good thing I have a good sense of humor. For that matter, it's a good thing he does, too. His comments amuse me to no end. [Please recall his "H = Voldemort" reference and "big D = Douche bag husbands" comment. Truly hilarious.]
