Big Brother Birthday

Today is my big brother's birthday.  In honor of him, I'm going to tell you a story.  About him, of course.  And me.

While growing up we were pretty much forced to be 'close', simply because we had the same friends.  And the home schooling thing too.  Now?  We really are close.  Sure, we love to pick on each other...but it's all in love now.  I can't really say that it was all in love when we were younger...

Dave loved to practice his karate moves on me.  One of the many 'big brother' annoyances growing up.  Also, if I was baking or cooking, he was always pestering me and stealing bites.  I don't remember a lot of really bad stuff we did to each other, we just annoyed and got on each other's nerves a lot.

So this one day I was baking.  I can't remember if it was a cake or cookies, but it was something requiring frosting.  Dave was constantly annoying me by coming in and sneaking his fingers into the frosting.  Finally, I'd had it.  I took a big spoonful of what looked like frosting, and lovingly handed it to him, in a nice, sweet, sisterly way.

I'll never forget the look on his face when his mouth swallowed up the spoon and he got a big, fat taste of Crisco! 

Looking back, I'm sure he can laugh at that moment.  But I don't really think he laughed then.

So happy birthday big brother.  I honestly couldn't ask for a better big brother, and I love you very much!