Theo rolled his eyes. "Of course you're a little kid, you snot-nosed brat! You're five years old!" Irritated at the boy's crying, he snatched the dice and glared at Pablo. "Dammit! I told you babysitting your baby brother was gonna be a pain in the ass! If I gotta listen to him wail all night I'm gonna kick him all the way back to your mamma's house!"
Pablo blinked and stared at the black man, then at the crying 5 year-old. Didn't Theo remember what happened? This wasn't Pablo's brother, it was... he shook his head, confused. Part of him remembered that Jose was an 18 year-old friend who lived with them, but another part saw him as a pesky baby brother who'd been foisted off on them for the evening by his mother.
Part of what Theo said got through to the little boy, for he stopped crying suddenly and looked up at Pablo, obviously scared. "Pablo! I'm... " he frowned, trying to find a word. "This stuff, me bein' little, it's all turning real!"
Theo looked at the two of them and then laughed. "What kind of mind fuck you trying to pull on me? This ain't nothing but a stupid game!" He grabbed the dice and threw them.