The exaggeration was off the charts. It just wasn't fair (his words). The weight of the world was on his shoulders, especially because all his friends were playing Rocket League and he had to--oh the horrors!--empty the dishwasher. I listened to him for half a second until I had a very Grinch-like, but deliciously snarky response.
"You know," I said very sweetly. "Vacation means something different for you than it does for me. When you're on vacation you are enjoying the free time that comes with an absence from school. Dad is enjoying the free time that comes with not having to go to work. Your brothers are enjoying the freedom from work and college. But with everyone home, vacation for me means doing exactly the same stuff I always do ... except MORE OF IT."
Timothy emptied the dishwasher without another word.