Now It’s Your Turn to Be Two

 

You wanna know what’s cool about having a baby brother?

Pretend for a minute that you’re two.  No, not that there’s two of you, that YOU are TWO. 

You there?

Ok.

Now pretend that your belly is insanely large for your body size, and it’s been like 5 whole minutes since your mom fed you lunch.  You’re starving.  You can hear the grumbling.  You know if you ask your mom for food, she’ll probably say something dumb, like, how she just fed you lunch and so no more eating.  She doesn’t understand the grumble in your tummy.  It doesn’t care that you just ate lunch, it wants more. 

Now.

So knowing that your mom will say no, you wait for a moment when she’s distracted. 

There it is. 

She’s busy typing on that machine.  Probably writing about you.  Humph! 

So you sneak walk your little two year old self over to the “Keeper of All That is Yummy”. 

There it is.  mmmmmmm

And you’re in luck!  Someone foolishly left it unlocked.  You open it, and right in front of you is a box of goodness.

It’s a rather big box for your little two year old self.  So you grab it with both hands and turn.  The box is really big, and you can’t see through it.  You try to lower it so you can see over it, but your arms are short and the box is big.  There’s only one other way to go.

Up.

So you raise the box way up over your head and you begin to walk to the table.  It’s a bit top heavy, so it’s practically upside down.

Suddenly your mom notices you.  She’s acting crazy.  You get a confused look on your face.  What’s her problem?  She runs over to you and grabs the box out of your hands.  You look down and notice that the floor is covered in cheerios.

Oops.

A whole box of yumminess wasted. 

Uh, oh, mom’s really upset.  She tells you that you are picking up every single one of those little o’s by yourself and throwing them in the garbage.  There’s got to be bazillions of them!  You tell her “No!”, but she’s pretty insistent. 

And then, who comes crawling over, but your baby brother.  You look in amazement as he crawls right into the middle of the big mess and starts eating like there’s a shortage of food or something.

 

 

How’d he know you needed help? 

Sometimes it’s pretty cool to have a baby brother.