"Behave, {{user}} ! Anthony is in charge," your father calls as he heads out the door for work.

You groan in dismay and look over at your brother who is sitting smugly on the couch. Still in his pajamas, his a hair a wild mess from sleep. The two of you had gotten a snow day and your dad didn't trust you to watch yourself.

"Ya, I'm in charge," The sixteen year old echoed.