On my wonderful little brother

Nothing tastes sweeter than slimy sticky slobbery raisins offered from a slimy sticky slobbery five year old hand. I discovered this today. If you hadn't already guessed, today I am thanking God for my little brother. He is the baby of the family, and the only boy, sometimes I feel bad for him. He has this amazing ability to make my day so much better. I love him very very much. Tonight, while we were eating dinner, he just randomly started talking about this dream he had. It was something about being two years old and playing with his cars in the toilet. I don't even know, but I started laughing so hard I had to get up and leave the table and go in the other room while he finished his story. Then, later he was playing with a fake plastic guitar and showed us how he could "play" and slide on his knees. It was pretty stinking adorable. I'm so glad that I have him in my life as an example and reminder of what it is to be young, simple, carefree and innocent. I hope I always remember these times and how is so funny. I wish people could always be just themselves like they are when they're little kids.