An entitled spoiled brat ruins my brother's birthday, destroys our property, and tries to rob me blind right in front of me.

And I honestly could not be more upset.

So for my brother's eighth birthday party, he had decided upon a DC comic superhero theme.

But not just that, he wanted a sort of contest of champion's collection, of DC inspired party games for him and his friends.

With rankings and winners decided at the end of the day with prizes and stuff like that.

Frankly, I think my family and I did a great job designing party games and decorating the house.

And it would be an understatement to say that we were confident that the party was gonna blow these kids minds.

Around 11 o'clock in the morning, my brother's friends began to arrive.

And soon we had 20 hyper-eight-year-olds on our hands.

However, we were still waiting on a friend who lived on the compound to show up.

Luckily, he knocked on our back door that moment.

And I went to open it to find the friend, the friend's six-year-old brother Jake, and their mom waiting for me.

She ushered the two of them inside quickly, said everything looked great, thanked me, and then darted off.

There was only one problem, however.

Jake was not invited to this party, and this was for good reason.

Jake's brother and my brother's friend was really nice, and his mother was delightful.

But he, however, was not so delightful.

He was spoiled, entitled, and still expected to be babyed at six years old.

And you know what? This was not a part of the plan.

Jake's older brother went to join the rest of the boys, ready for the championship to begin,

and Jake just stood there before turning to my mom, uttering one single word.

Chips. I went chips.

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