My little brother's up in Seattle watching the Mariners with my parents. My other brother must've talked to them and he found out I attempted to mow the lawn today (even though I ran out of gas after half a lap).
Anyway, he wasn't too pleased.
"How much did you mow?"
Oh, about a half a lap. I ran out of gas.
"Good. That's my money. You have your own business."
Lesson of the day: Don't mess with a 13 year-old's money.
Oh, he also doesn't like it when you eat his Italian food left-overs.