Friday, July 27, 2012

Oh Brother


I’ll never forget my 7th Christmas.
It was the year I learned a very painful truth…
Santa was NUTS.
I mean, CLEARLY the man with the bag had a break from reality when he left the GINORMOUS squeaky hammer for my little brother.
That hammer was as long as my brother was tall – but unfortunately light enough for him to wield with ease.
And when you are two, and you’ve got a big hammer…
Everybody looks like a nail.
I told you it was a painful truth.
I shudder with the memories of that winter – the dawn to dusk, squeaky terror of it all.
But that was a long time ago.
I think I’m over it.
Sure, I can’t listen to Peter, Paul, and Mary’s If I Had a Hammer without flashbacks –
But when I hear a squeak, the twitch is no longer noticeable.
Anyway, my little brother is older now.
In fact, he’s another year older TODAY!
So he’s old enough to be trusted with squeakified weaponry. 
And old enough to be the Whac-A-Mole grandmaster of the universe.
He’s even old enough to have a little boy of his own…



A little boy who might want something extra special for Christmas this year.
Maybe something smashingly BIG…
or super duper squeaky.
Hmmm…

But I’m over it.
Really.

PROMPT: Baby Brothers are the BEST! And a picture book is the perfect way to celebrate their peskiness today. Get inspired by Mercer Mayer’s Just Me and My Little Brother or The First Rule of Little Brothers by Jill Davis and Sarah McMenemy. Then create one of your own. If you’re lucky enough to have a baby brother, trust me, you’ve got LOTS of material.

Have a wonderful birthday, little b! J

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