Big Brother Is Watching You

(My older brother and I are very young. As our mother has been bugging my brother to take me out to the playground, he grudgingly agrees, and I happily go off with him. All was going well until I insist that my brother put me on a tire-swing, spin it, and let go. He did, and I lost my grip halfway and fell down.)

Me: *lying there, groaning in pain*

Brother: “Don’t tell mama, okay? Okay!?”

Me: *groans*

Brother: “You heard me? Don’t tell mama or I’m never bringing you out to the playground again!”