Today, I realized how young, innocent, and adorable my brother is.
No matter what he does, it's cute. I was putting him down for a nap when I realized that when he squeezed his little eyelids shut because I told him to, his eyelashes would move in this cute little way. Now, every one's eyelashes do it too, but I don't think it has ever looked so adorable. He can be a complete spaz and get away with it.
At the dinner table, he puffed out his cheeks, sat quietly, and rose his hand. We have no idea where he got it from, but he did it. We said "yes?" and "James?" many times until he said "I have to go potty." Only a 4-year old could get away with that.
I miss the imagination I used to harbour. After wrestling in our jumpy house, we deflated it and pretended we were in a rocket ship. We flew to the moon, found aliens, and he shot them. Before more would come and attack, we got back on the ship and flew back to Earth. Unfortunately, an alien attached himself to our rocket ship and when we got to Earth, James tried to shoot him again, failing. Then as we folded up the deflated jumpy house, the alien began to help us and we made peace with him. I wish I still could imagine the way he did. The enthusiasm he had in the game. I miss that.
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