My Big Little Baby Brother

My big little baby brother with a mustache has a new problem.  He’s growing at an absurd rate.

A couple of weeks ago we made the discovery that he was as tall as me.

I’m 22 and he’s 12.  And he’s as tall as I am.  And too handsome for his own good.

I thought I could handle the equal height thing.  But when going through our Easter pics, I made this little discovery:

Nevermind the blurriness, my cheese, and his “tired of pictures” face.  Do you see what I see? The boy is INCHES taller than I am.  He’s as tall as my big hair!  There is no equality going on here.

He’s huge and handsome and someday he’s going to have a girlfriend.  And I may cry.  I’ve already had a girl e-mail me to tell me how much she liked my brother.  The little girl doesn’t know who she’s dealing with!  I’m dangerous with my knitting needles and hard-as-a-rock burned garlic bread.

Not cool David, not cool.  Stop growing.  Please be my little itty bitty baby brother forever.

~Whitney