I Love My Brother
“Whatcha doing?” I ask as I pass Andrew walking out of the kitchen, 20 zip-lock bags in hand.
“I need 20 bugs for a science project due tomorrow,” he says cheerfully as he heads out the kitchen door. He pokes his head back in and adds, “and I have to mount them and classify them.”
I can’t but help let out a grin, “Andrew, it’s dark outside.”
“I know.”
So the next time you see your 14 year old brother outside with a flashlight, a pair of wrenches, and a zip-lock bag climbing trees and leafing through grass and dirt you won’t need to ask questions :-)
For some reason I thought you were being sarcastic…I kept thinking that he was dishing out bags of weed… :-)
No, no sarcasm. Although I am worried as to why that was your first thought… :-)