I am SO unloved...

This morning I was being smart-mouthed to my mom, and she jokingly told me to leave. She told my younger brother to say goodbye. Instead of saying "No, I don't want Skippy to leave!" he says "I'll wait for her to get her shoes on. Then she has to get all her stuff and her suitcase. And she has to make me cookies. Then she can leave". Thanks, lil' bro. I'm really feeling the love (rolls eyes)