Being a big, huggable goon was his fate.
What he lacked in grace,
He made up for with his silly face.
Here's to my brother, my pal, my first mate!
Aren't siblings great. No matter how old you get, when you hang out with them you tend to revert back to your ten year old selves. The goofiness, the playfulness, the bickering, the jesting. And honestly, there isn't anything that feels more natural. Suddenly it is okay to be 30 turning cartwheels in the lawn, or making dance videos as dorky as you can. It doesnt matter that tomorrow you will wake up and return to your grown-up self; responsible, hard-working, semi-serious. All that matters in that moment is the happiness you experience from hanging out with those closest to you. It is all very pure and simple and perfect...until your brother decides to pin you down and fart in your face. That is not cool at any age.
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