“Yes, I know he can be annoying to you. All right, really annoying. But some day when you’re both older, you’re going to be good friends. Really. He’s even going to stand for you in your wedding. You’ll see. You might not believe it, but Aunt Lorie? She was really mean to me. Really mean. And she was older than me, and bigger, and mean. See how well we get along now? So you need to overlook what he does sometimes. No, I haven’t forgotten her meanness, but still, we get along. So some day you and your little brother will be good friends. You’ll see. Really. But in the meantime, while the escalating pitch of your voice yelling at him is having no impact on him, it is doing something else:  It’s driving me crazy. So please stop.”

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