My 6 ft 3 inch brother came to visit this weekend with my parents. The best part about having a "baby brother" is that my children really think that he is one of them. They chide him for taking more breakfast sausages then they are allowed to have because "Kids only get two!". They wondered if he was old enough to "stay at home by hisself." And they use phrases like "we" when talking about childhood adventures because they consider him to be one of them.
I hope he isn't offended, it is just their of way of showing acceptance! The best part was when I told them to prepare that he'd be sleepy after just finishing exams. All they wanted to know was whether they could put Bean.ie Bab.ies all over him just like he used to do to me when I would pass out on the floor from post exam exhaustion. Ahh...family traditions.
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hahhaha! No he wasn't offended. He was telling me all about it and laughing. Especially when he was told by a certain child that he wasn't old enough to be drinking a beer. Hilarious.
p.s. he never initiated the piling of the bean bag animal all over you. I'll let you guess who thought that up... He and I were just willing participants. Ah the good 'ole days.
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