Little brother he is, but sometimes he gets just a tiny bit bossy. After all, how many twelve year olds lecture their mother about leaving and not telling anyone were she was going? "It just isn't safe." She had mentioned to me she was going for a walk on the mountain, but apparently she hadn't cleared it with him. Sometimes, you know, he's a little like that.
The other morning right after breakfast he was in a tizzy getting after one of my sisters because the living room wasn't in order. Finally, she'd had enough, "Calm down! Or I'm going to take the bee in your bonnet and stick it in your pants."