As most of you know, I have a baby brother. He was born when I was 12 years old. He is the love of my life.
Parents, do you REALLY want to show your kids what the consequences of unprotected sex are? Just pop a baby when they’re around 12 or 13. That’ll do it.
I didn’t speak to a boy again until I was about 18.
Anyways, my brother is no longer a kid now, he is entering into his teenage years. It is terrifying…. for me. I used to be in complete denial of his age, but a few days ago, after talking to him on the phone for a solid THREE minutes, I finally realized the truth.
Here is an outline of our phone conversation:
*My cell phone starts to ring at approx. 10pm*
Me: “OH! Hi buddy!”
Me: “What’s upppp?!? (This is my attempt to be Kool)”
Brother: ‘Why aren’t you at mama’s house?”
Me: “Well, bud, my home is downtown, in this little tiny apartment the size of your bedroom, remember?”
Brother: “Oh. Well, you should come home sometime this week, because you are not working this week right?”
Me: “Yah, okay! Aww, did you want to hang out with me this week?”
*My heart lit up… my little bro misses me!*
Brother: “Um. When are you going to take me to the Lego store?”
Brother: “You said there was a Lego store opening, and if you are not working, we can go.”
*My heart then shattered into a million pieces…. the world is a cold place…*
Me: “Ummm… ok. I’ll look and see when the store opens and call you back, okay?”
Brother: “Ok. Bye!”
Me: “Oh! Ok, Bye. I love….”
*I crawled under my blanket and asked Mr. K for 10 chocolate bars*
*And my thighs grew twice as big the next day*
My brother is 10. I love him. Mr. K and I are taking him out for ice cream and to the Lego Store tonight.
At least he still thinks I am cool, and not too old.