My little brother, Max, was being so difficult today. I've been reading this book to him a little bit every day and today he begged me to play with him. I suggested I read him some of the book and we read two chapters. Then, a really good chapter came up and he refused to let me read it to him. Then, I suggested I teach him some Italian by speaking to him in Italian. He refused, even though he actually likes doing that. Then, we got into a fight about this all, and he siad "I hate you" half jokingly. And I told him if he didn't let me speak Italian or read the book with him, I would tell mom. But he still refused.
Unfortunately, Mom didn't make him listen to the story or speak Italian with me, but I didn't care because I knew we would end up doing that later in the vacation.
Note: I had just learned to speak Italian, not surprisingly, and I loved bestowing this knowledge to my six-year-old brother, who evidently didn't have a great interest in the romance languages. How dare he.