It's all Relative

A Drabble (exactly 100 words) about a tedious relative.

It's just not fair. My cousin Jack picks on me all the time. He's always been like that, but for the love of Pete/Mike/God (insert alternate name here if desired), he's sixty-eight. You'd think he would've mellowed by now. I mean, noogies? Who even knows what those are anymore?

When I was just a kid, I put up with it because he was a lot stronger. These days I could whip him easily. But he's sixty-eight. What satisfaction could I possibly get from whipping a sixty-eight-year old's butt?

So I put up with him. He won't last forever. Will he?