The Big Two Oh!

I've to stay awake a good hour more to wish one of my favorite people in the world a very happy birthday, so I figured I'd write to kill some time.

In retrospect, I dunno why I never bothered asking my mom where babies come from. I was too busy enjoying my baby brother to care where he descended from. And why not? Kid was so delightfully susceptible. I used to tell him school was oh-so-fun (actually I may have believed that myself, there was this uber cute boy in my class, with a Power Rangers pencil box!) and my poor dear brother was so excited, he used to carry my school bag all the way to the van every morning, and run to fetch it when I got home afterwards.

He wised up once he attended school of course. I remember being called to his classroom several times to get him to stop yelling about wanting to go home. Predictably, I only cried when it was time to GO home, so we complemented each other rather well. That said, even up to now, he still fetches my bag and carries my books. Sure, he swears while doing it now, whacks me with the bag (ow, btw!), tells me he's spoiling me, and so on. Still. Carry it, he does. Spoil me, he does. As he's been doing all his life.

Sometimes I join my parents in wondering if the little brat will ever grow up. I haven't bothered clue'ing them in on the fact that he's as grown up now as he's ever needed to be. Happy birthday Gozzzzby :)

Addition at 00:02AM, May 9: called boy, wished him (fully worth it, he was piss-drunk), woke mom up, handed over her mother's day gift. All in all, very aww. And now, thankfully for my sanity, I get to sleep. Tralala. BYE.