"I wrote a song called Big Brothers, Be Nice."
Tyler tells me this, the self-professed victim.
"Can I sing it for you?"
"Lay it on me. I'm ready."
He hums a melody at the top of his range, repeating these words again and again.
Easy lyrics - I'll give him that.
"Very nice, Tyler. Have you written one for little brothers, too?"
"Um, what? No. Why?"
He's working on that one.