Introducing my Brother to Feminism

Him: I can’’t visit you before you go back to work in April; I have various social commitments and then I’’m going to Switzerland for a couple of weeks to ski and visit friends.
Me: Well then, I’ll maybe see you in May, although we may we’ll be in Sicily at the end of the month for the new cousin’’s christening.
Him: Humph, no dimunition in the lifestyle then.
Me: Speechless indignation.
Him: Are you sad that your holiday will be over soon?
Me: Further speechless indignation.
Him: Will it be a bit complicated with the children when you go back to work?
Me: Yes [launch into explanation of elaborate childcare arrangements]
Him: Aren’’t you annoyed with me?
Me(cautiously): Um, yes, generally, why in particular?
Him: Because I’m assuming that you will be taking care of all the childcare and you’’re the woman.
Me: But you’’re on the phone to me.
Him: But still, all those years of banging on about the glass ceiling. Something’’s rubbed off.
Me: You mean that you feel you have more effective tools to annoy me?
Him: Well, yes. What is the glass ceiling anyway?