Manipulation For Lunch

(I’m around five and my brother is eight. Even though I’m younger, I’ve always been the manipulative one. We’re playing one day, and I get hungry.)

Me: “[Brother], I want lunch.”

Brother: “Okay.”

Me: “Make me lunch.”

Brother: “No. If you make me, I’m telling mom.”

Me: “Let’s play restaurant. You be the waiter and I’ll be the customer.”

Brother: “Okay! What can I get for you ma’am?”

Me: “PB&J and a juicebox.”

Brother: “Right away, ma’am.”

(The sad thing is, this strategy worked for years and he never figured out what I was doing.)