My brother gets upset if anyone sits in "his" chair at the table in the kitchen. Since it's the closest to the side of the kitchen I normally enter, I sometimes end up sitting in it without thinking (sometimes I do it on purpose, too). He'll ask me to move and I'll be like "No, I get enough of that at school, I'm not sitting in an assigned seat at home, too." He'll get mad and eventually start whining to my parents, and then my parents tell me to move, because if they don't he'll be like "IF IT WAS JESSICA YOU'D MAKE ME MOVE!" and he will actually start screaming and crying. I hate children. I hate children.