Tit for Tat

In GIANT chalk letters scrawled on the driveway for all the world to read, lil brother writes this proclamation:   MY MOM POOPS ON THE POTY (sic)!

And of course Mr B insists that I walk out there to read this message.... in my bathrobe, mind you.  And of course the first thing that irritates me (besides being escorted outside in my robe by a chuckling man) is the misspelling, not necessarily the message-which is accurate although impolite.  So I holler in lil brother and interrupt his play time so we can have a convo (I do all the talking-FYI) in my bedroom with him standing nervously in the doorway while I lounge on my mountain of coordinated pillows.
 
Me:  Hey, so I read your message 'bout me on the driveway..."  He starts to look a lil uncomfortable although a grin is tugging at the corners of his mouth...  but he doesn't trust my sweet, purring voice...  "So this is what I'm gonna do.  I'm gonna write a Facebook post 'bout you that all my friends can read and it's gonna say this:  LIL BROTHER WATCHES TV WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS PANTS!  Oh, and I'm sure the Easter Bunny is gonna have to downgrade your basket this year too...

Lil brother (fighting panic):  Nuh huh!!!  I don't do that ALL the time...  And you're not the boss of the Easter Bunny!

Me:  Ohhhhhhhh,  really.......  mmmmmm-kkkkkkkkkay.

Lil while later:  The message is still there, but lil brother has marked giant X's through the word MOM.

FYI-that damn bunny did indeed show up with a ridiculous basket full of goodies.  Guess I'm not the boss of it.  But I ain't telling lil brother THAT.