When my brother asked me to watch his sons for two weeks, I expected chaos—but not pure entitlement. Tyler, 13, and Jaden, 15, arrived like mini-royalty, sneering at my food, mocking my home, and making my son Adrian feel inferior. I bit my tongue for two long weeks, counting down the days.
Finally, the last day, a car ride became the breaking point. The boys refused to wear seatbelts, citing fashion and their dad’s supposed permission. I stayed firm: no belts, no ride. Forty-five minutes of sulking later, they complied—but traffic made them miss their flight.
My brother called, furious. I told him bluntly: “I won’t break the law for entitled kids. Maybe teach them respect next time.”
Adrian later showed me a text from Tyler: “Your mom’s insane.” I laughed. I’m not insane—I’m just done being everyone’s servant. For once, entitlement met consequences, and it felt good.