I am exhausted. I've had my little brother for the last couple of days and I have him until next Sunday. The parents are on a cruise. Thanks guys for leaving me in the middle of the cold with a raging hormoned 13 year old boy that doesn't want to ever sleep........or do homework. And mom, seriously.........do you pick up after him ALL the time? Because he has to be the messiest thing I've ever seen.
Thank goodness for the Tiger this weekend. He bonded much better with Raging Hormone boy better than I did this weekend. Their bonding? Well, over computer games, Civil War books, football, and my home cooking of course!
A conversation the boy and I had this weekend.
Raging Hormone: Whatcha cooking sister?
Me: Pot Roast.
Raging Hormone: You can cook?
Me: Um, yeah. How do you think my family gets fed?
Raging Hormone: Just figured you had pizza delivery on speed dial or something.
Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Raging Hormone: Well mom said you never cooked when you lived with us.
Me: Maybe that's because I was 16 and didn't need to cook. She did!
Raging Hormone: So, this won't kill me right?
Me: Shut up and get some plates out.
By the way, the pot roast didn't kill him and he even complimented my eggs the next day :) Getting him to write his English paper was a whole seperate task. Mom, please come home soon and claim this alien from my house............please!