Conversations With My Family - Brother Edition

So, my brother is away from his family on a training mission with the army. He sent me a few photos to a) let me know he's ok and b) to gloat.


Here's our exchange.




Him (sending a photo of him with new army trucks): New trucks!


Me: I cannot believe you are old enough to hold a gun.


Him: I have two guns! Like the stash?


Me:  No, shave it. And for goodness sake put that thing away. You'll take someone's eye out!


Him: Don't tell me what to do - I have TWO GUNS!


Me: Dude. You're still my little brother and I can boss you around. Deal with it.


Him: Ok, Sorry.


Me: Seriously! You get a few guns and suddenly you're Rambo!


Him: I can't believe you don't like my stash.


Me: Sorry! I like you better with a clean face. You're so cute!


Him: I'M NOT CUTE!!!


Me: Awww...that's cute.


Him: I'm rugged and weathered!


Me:  Ok, you're rugged, cutie pie.


Him: Stop that!


Me: Ok Sweetie, I will.


Him: Sweetie!?! Come on!!!


Me: This is just too much fun!


Him:  I'm gonna shoot the cell tower...


Me: ...And then you'll be put in jail, and ma will cry, and you won't be her favourite anymore. You really want that?


Him: If it gets you to stop calling me sweetie...


Me: Ok, cutie


Him: Grrr...


Me: Smoochie-woochie!


Him: Ending transmission.


Seriously. Some boys are SO SENSITIVE.