No Clue

Hey there, Miss Artsy Fartsy here!
     Okay, I love my brother, the second-born child in our family. He's a great little guy (okay, so he's not little, but I need to keep calling him that while he's still shorter than me). He's really funny, he gets distracted very easily, by anything bigger than a speck of dust. He has his bad days, of course. He can be moody, and gets mad pretty easily.  Despite this, I like hanging around with him. He can be really fun, if you catch him in the right mood.
     One of the things I love about my brother is this: he has no clue. He takes everything in it's most literal form, and cannot for the life of him understand sarcasm. I could sit and make fun of him for hours, and he may never know it. I'll say something jokingly, and if I can keep a relatively straight face, he'd never know it. Example:
"Leah, why are you on the floor?"
"I'm doing my nails, they look awful. Hey, you want me to do yours? I just got some really great coral polish, and a new file..."
"Leah, you're so stupid! Why would I want you to do my nails? Guys don't paint they're nails!"
"Well, some do, and I just thought..."
"Don't be such an idiot! Have I ever painted my nails?"
*I look at his hands* "Sure wouldn't kill ya to put a coat or two of Sheer Pearl on there."
"No! Gosh." *stomps away*

Once or twice a day I like to mess with him. I guess that makes me evil. Oh, well.

Love,
Miss A.F.