Grace, height, manners, the ability to go 24 hours without tripping over something. These are areas in which the universe did not see fit to be generous with me. But when it comes to little brothers? Mine wins, hands down. And really, you can’t blame me for being the big sister of the Coolest. Kid. Ever.
That’s just the way the cards fell, people, and we all have to learn to live with it.
This is LittleFish. Paintball and lacrosse player extrodinare.
We only share half of our genes which explains why he’s good-natured, even-tempered, and rapidly approching my height at age twelve. While I am, on the other hand, well… nevermind.
I am still taller though. For about ten more months, I figure. The kid is two inches taller every time I see him.
One of the things we do share is a complete lack of propriety when it comes to making silly faces in public. Or posting them all over the internet.
We have no shame.
LittleFish and I took these pictures together with the camera on a tripod and my ML-L3 remote. He was in charge of snapping the pictures and let me illustrate that even with 16 years difference in age, all siblings treat eachother the same.
Requsite bunny ears…
Oh look, here’s me going… “Ugh, dude… ptah… a bug just… ha, psssht, ha ha… flew… in my…. pllt…mouth.”
And here’s my loving, adorable, kid brother showing me the appropriate sympathy while I attempt to dislodge afore mentioned insect.
Oh wait. No he’s not. He’s standing there laughing and still taking my picture.
I forgave him.
But that’s not to say I didn’t put him in a headlock and give him a noogie at the first available opportunity.
Because I don’t have a whole lot of experience, but I hear that’s what big sisters do.
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patti
my brother is 10 years younger than me. at 37, he still gets a headlock and noogies. it’s what we do…