Today my baby brother is...let's see...he's definitely getting old...47 years old! Wow...he's close to 50!
I always said he was a brat...and I suppose sometimes he was. But he has always been a special 'baby brother.'
As we got older, I would have to 'babysit' him...Mom was probably playing BRIDGE and Dad was probably at work. THAT is when I probably decided John David was a BRAT. He states I would chase him into the bathroom, where he would promptly lock the door. He, of course, has no recollection of what would prompt his sweet sister to chase him into the bathroom. But I DO remember what he use to say to me. He would scream, "You just wait...when I get to be a big girl and you're a little boy..." and the rest of the sentence would change, but the beginning was consistent. THANK GOODNESS he never changed into a big girl! WHEW!
Well, as all little brothers do, they grow up to be big brothers. The 'brat' part of him for the most part has left...well, maybe it's all left. I think I did pretty good training him (I'll have to ask Becky). I'm not sure if I should ask Sami or Addison. Happy Birthday Little Brother!