Today is my baby brother’s birthday! He is 19. A college man. He is no longer a baby I guess.
But as his big sister, I will always kinda think of him as a three year old. And the funniest thing little bro used to do when he was three was refuse to go to sleep. . . .a trait neither of us has outgrown. But he was SO resistant to the idea of going to bed, that he would refuse to sit down; lest he doze off. He would shuffle up and down the hallway walking into walls and insisting I’mNotSleeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyy! until someone scooped him up and MADE him go to sleep.
Now we’re both adults, and we still refuse to go to bed. Inspiring the word of the week: