Fifty Shades Of Pokémon

(My brother, my dad, and I are all in the car. I’m on the front seat talking to my dad about stuff and my brother, who is 11 years old, is playing a game where you create and name your own monster. He likes to ask me to make it for him but eventually I get tired and want to take a nap. Worst idea ever…)

Brother: “Okay, so this one is going to be a fire element. Here you go do it for me.” *he tries to hand me his tablet*

Me: “Why don’t you do it yourself? I made mine into a tornado.”

Brother: “Okay.” *about five minutes pass* “His name will be P*rnado!”

(My dad and I exchange horrified looks.)

Me: “P*rnado?”

Brother: “Yeah. He’s poor. What did you think I said?”

Dad: “Oh, look. What a beautiful moon.”

Me: “Yeah, let’s open the sun roof so we can see it.”

Brother: “Why are you guys acting like that?”

Me: “No reason.”

Dad: *at me* “Wait until you have kids.”