Reciprocity

"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.