From the mouth of my (nine year old) brother:

Mama and I are having an intelligent conversation in the bathroom. While doing so, she shows me her left foot, which is bruised and swollen.

Enter Gavin, who says, "Ew Mom. Your foot is as gross as Aeriale's sunburn."

Before I can open my mouth to give a snarky reply, Gavin smirks and says, "Simile, Aeriale, simile!" and promptly climbs up the stairs. Singing. About gross things.

My brother is going to be a literary freak someday if he can sit still for two seconds. I just know it.