Monday, December 27, 2010

Reasons Why I Love My Little Brother (because I have to remind myself in times like these...)

 Because he reminds me of a pumpkin so often.
 Because he wears those sound proof earphones ALL THE TIME.
 Because he eats cake with his face...
 and picks his nose at the same time...
 Because he is a ruthless food fighter.
 Because when we went to the MTC, the MTC president announced at the end of a short program, "While, that time to say goodbye has finally arrived, so we invite ---" but was loudly interrupted by a little boy standing up and yelling, "Well, SEE YA!" and start walking down the aisle. My mom swears he missed me.
 Because he loves our transexual cat like no one else can.
 Because he looks this THIS when he uses gardening tools.
 Because he's such a smartie pants and loves to learn and share things with us. Just today, in fact, he told me, "Ketchup is a moisturizer." 




Because our computer is filled with millions of his self-portraits.
 Because he slightly resembles a snowman (and fits into my clothes --> see snow coat). 
 Because he is an all-star little leaguer who wore #12 (my number in little league!) 
 Because he is a cub scout (I won't mention that he HATES it) and keeps "Scout's Honor"
 Because he chose to get baptized and let his cousins sing at it.
 Because he gives me away to strangers.
 Because he stole the show as an Oompa Loompa in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
 Because he is the leader of the pack.
 Because this is how he looks EVERY Fourth of July.
 Because he loves his tie dye ALMOST as much as I do.
 Because we're backseat buddies (there are millions of photos like this on this same trip if you ever want to see more...)
Because he gives Jeff Gordan a run for his money.

This blog post will serve as a reminder to me every time he tells me "You could use some of that" when referring to an acne medication commercial, when he tells me that I'll never get a boyfriend, when he calls me poop, when he refuses to hug me, when he pinches me until I bleed, etc. etc. etc.

But fortunately none of it will outshadow the times when he's an angel...

like when he's asleep.

I love my little brother.

1 comment:

Jess said...

I love brothers too...so honest and sincere.
J: "Do you want to sleep in the same room as OJ?"
B: "As long as she doesn't have an explosion."
I love your brother, too.