This weekend, I did not fight with water balloons. I fought water balloons (an hour's worth of pruny, swollen fingers to mark my valiance). Watching them get used up in less than thirty minutes by bratty 9 and 10 year old boys was even more wonderful. Truthfully? Setting up everything for the kid brother was well worth it because that kid is the most delightfully sweetest, shyest, brightest, creative boy I know. Between we siblings three, our love is the obnoxiously loud, screaming, laughing, squealing, bear-hugging, wrestling, too loud to be publicly acceptable sort. CHEESINESS ALERT: I couldn't imagine my life or family being any other way.
Happy (early) birthday to my dear brother!
We're Phineas & Ferb fans. Bite me.
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