Scene: Backseat of the car. Random squabbling ensues between six and eight-year old members of family.
Syd: Mom, he's annoying me. Make him stop!
Sam: I'm not doing anything.
Syd: Yes, you are! Stop it!
Sam: No, I'm not!
Me (from the front seat): You know, you two rarely fight. I don't know what's going on back there, but work it out. You usually get along so well. You're lucky that you don't fight so much.
Syd: But he's annoying!
Me: That's what little brothers do! They're annoying! That's their job! I speak from experience. I could tell you stories.... But I won't. I'll spare you.
Sam: Tell! Tell!
Me: No way. I don't want to give you any ammunition. I'll tell Sydney later. But Uncle Jeremy was the King of Annoying Little Brothers. So Sydney, I feel your pain. But this is life. So work it out.
(beat)
Sam: Well, if Uncle Jeremy was the King, I want to be the Butler.
Me: The what?
Sam: The Butler! The Butler of Annoying Little Brothers!
