Conversation Over Hot Dogs

Conversation this evening while my little brother was teaching me how to fry a hot dog.

11-yr-old Bro whispers to 13-yr-old Sis: "I'm teaching Betsey how to cook a hot dog. I can't believe she doesn't know how to do this!" Aside to me: "I'm gonna do this once for you now, so that you can know how to do it later, and won't have to ask me."

Pans rattle. Single hot dog squelches out of wrapper and into pan.

Bro: "Now, you always have to butter the pan, because otherwise, um, you know, it gets a little crazy."

A few minutes pass, then:

Bro: "Oh, wow, it's actually smoking. Guess I cooked it a little too much! Betsey, do you mind burnt hot dogs?"

Me: "No, I kinda like 'em. It gives them texture."

Bro: "Good, 'cause this one is definitely burnt."

So here I sit, eating my hot dog that's burnt on one side and raw on the other. Brothers are awesome.