So I sat down to start writing on Wattpad and my little brother asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was writing.

This is the conversation that followed.

What are you doing?

Writing

What's that?

It's where I make up stories and people read them.

Why?

Because it's fun.

How is it fun?

I get to make up stuff. With words.

You can't make up stuff with words.

Yes you can.

No you can't.

Ok I'm done.

You're crazy.

Crazy people don't know that they're crazy. I know I am crazy therefore I'm not crazy. Crazy huh?

You're really crazy.

True story. I love my little bro. He's awesome, but he acts way older than he is.

Which is kind of cute, and kind of weird.