You’re Like The Brother I’ve Always Had

(I’ve known my best friend for about two years. She’s been over to my house quite a bit, and as such has met all my family. My mom is driving my best friend, my siblings, and me to the local amusement park.)

Mom: “And make sure you don’t pick on your little brother!”

Best Friend: *turns to look at me* “You have a little brother?”

Me: *turns and looks at my little brother in the back seat* “Apparently, you don’t exist!”