Please note: The nine year old, no matter what he says, is a master chore-avoider. But yes, teenage brothers can be disappointing.
His big brother is being a jerk, so he storms up the beach and sits in the chair next to mine with his arms crossed in anger. “He is such a teenager!”
“That’s no excuse to be mean,” I say, as witness.
“I know! If he doesn’t want to play basketball, he says he’s too tired, because he’s in puberty,” a good mimic. “When he doesn’t want to play football with us, he uses the puberty excuse again.”
As if “the puberty excuse” is a real term everyone uses.
“When you make us switch the laundry, we fold everything wondering where he is, calling his name, and he doesn’t come help. All he has to do is load the dirty stuff, but noooooo. And when we’re all done, we find him watching some dumb YouTube video in his room, and he looks up and says, ‘I can’t help it. I’m in puberty.’”
The nine year old marches off, still ranting, “It drives me crazy.”