Chat with my family over dinner.

Mom (to littlest bro): You worked so hard for your new DS, and you're letting your brother play it...you're something. *Laughter*
Littlest Bro: *shrugs, keeps jumping rope and goofing around with his shiny new Pokewalker*
Mom (to middle bro,, the aforementioned DS-player): You don't have a very good heart, you know.
Littlest Bro: *sporfles* Mom, that's harsh!!!
Me: *dissolves into laughter, agrees with him*
Middle Bro: *pretends to be offended and ignores conversation in favor of his little bro's DS*
Mom (to me): What's he saying? <---does not know English well
Me: Harsh, it's really cruel, mom. Having your own mom tell you that you don't have a good heart? Really?
Mom: *starts laughing with everyone else before turning to littlest bro* You do have a good heart, though.
Littlest Bro: No, I need to keep exercising if I want one of those!
Me: *sporfling forever* I see you picked up my affinity for bad jokes.
Littlest Bro: Oh yeah. I hang out with you too much.

oh little bro ilu