I’m a busy, busy boy

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.