The baby in our family, my brother, is five years old today!!!
I love my baby brother. He's quite the character.
Let me tell you a bit about him:
He switches his super-hero identity every day (today he's The Flash).
He defeats himself at Monopoly Junior at least once a week.
He's a mama's boy, and admits it daily.
He is convinced that his hair is actually his brain,
and that girls are smarter since their hair is longer.
He hangs on my leg like a kawala bear,
and then says, "I'm a bug!"
He believes that if he wears a Thomas the Train sandal on one foot and
a Lightning McQueen sandal on the other, he can run faster.
He's a lee-tle spoiled, but he's the baby, and I think he's my mom's favorite.
But I can't bring myself to hold a grudge against him. Good thing for him he's so cute.
A few weeks ago, we went on a walk together. I asked him if I could take his picture, he said
"Uhh, yeah, but, jus' a second." He then plopped himself on the ground and posed, asking "Can I do my handsome face?" Sure, I said, do your handsome face.
One thing comes to mind: What a ham.
Happy birthday, li'l' buddy!
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