Me: What do you want for Christmas?
Brother: Gloves and boots.
Me: If you want boots, you have to come shopping with me.
Brother: I can’t.
Me: Why not?
Brother: I can’t clear my schedule.
Me: What do you mean you can’t clear your schedule?
Brother: I’m a busy, busy boy.
He’s 11. I don’t know what this busy schedule he speaks of is all about. But at least he’s asked for reasonable things for Christmas.