Directing Your Insults

(I am at home with my brother. I am about ten and he is around seventeen. He is looking after me and I am pretending I am a movie star.)

Me: “You can be director. You would be a good director in real life too.”

Brother: “Why’s that? Because I’m fun and creative?”

Me: “No, because you are good at sitting on your bum and yelling at people.”