When my brother left his spoiled sons with me and my teenage son for two weeks, I braced for chaos — not the snobbery and entitlement we actually got.
From mocking our food to trashing my son’s laptop, Tyler and Jaden acted like royalty forced into exile. I held my tongue — until one car ride pushed me too far.
It started with my brother’s “small favor” call. He and his wife were off on a luxury trip and needed me to watch their kids. I ignored my gut warning and agreed — family, right?
They arrived with designer luggage and condescending attitudes. Tyler, 13, and Jaden, 15, immediately mocked our spaghetti dinner, my modest home, and Adrian’s gaming laptop.
Adrian, bless him, tried so hard — offering cookies, games, even his LEGO collection — but they scoffed at everything. My patience wore thinner by the day.
On the final morning, I loaded them into the car for their flight. Then came the last straw.
“We don’t wear seatbelts. Dad doesn’t care,” Tyler sneered.
“Well, I do,” I said, pulling over. “No belts, no ride.”
They called their dad, put him on speaker. Even when he told them to buckle up, they refused — until I shut off the engine and stood outside the car. Forty-five minutes of sulking later, they finally caved.
But by then, traffic had piled up. We got to the airport ten minutes late. They missed their flight.
My brother called, furious. I let him have it: “Maybe if you’d taught your kids respect and safety, we wouldn’t be here.”
Click. He hung up.
Later, Adrian showed me a text: “Your mom’s insane.”
Nah. I’m not insane — just not their servant. And it’s about time someone showed them how the real world works.