“I hold my feet up and say, “Shoes. Please take off my shoes.” Huxley points at me, then JP, and says, “Go ahead, remove the shoes.” “Why don’t you remove the shoes?” “Because I’m the older brother, which automatically puts me in the managerial role.” “Are you saying you’ll manage how I take off his shoes?” “Yeah, now take them off.” “How about you both take one off?” I say, wiggling my feet.”
