The thing about little brothers is that they come along and steal your limelight.
They smell and make weird noises. They are the first to point out a zit on your chin. They celebrate the fact that you failed your driving test. Five times. And they never let you forget the time you decided to make a 173-point turn inside the garage, because you thought that would be easier than putting your VW Bug into reverse and backing out the driveway.
And they provide your kids with some of the world's best cousins!
And, suddenly, you realize that a little brother can be one of the most amazing people you know.
(Luckily, he will never hear this sappy confession, because he thinks blogs are as dumb as turning a VW around in the garage...)
Memories of a very Amish Thanksgiving...