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| Ant reading this very post |
My brother is going to hurt me for saying that he's so tall. Let's face the facts Ant, YOU ARE! My brother is very different from other brothers. Unlike most of them, he is not very bothersome. And if he is, he probably just wants to hang out with me and I'm busy doing something. Ant is humble, kind, generous, and imaginative. Most sisters yearn for a single hug from their older brother. Either they're too busy, you're not cool enough, or it's just plain awkward for them. But Ant is different. I call him Ant obviously not because of his size, but I can't call him And! That would be so silly!
In the late 1900 (the old times), when it was just us two without Chubster things were much better. PSYCH! just kidding. We used to live in a smaller house and would play in the driveway. We had a neighbor that would watch us play while my parents were busy with something. Ant would play with his cars and I would want to play with them too. So I usually just took them away from him and he would let me. So sweet! If he didn't let me I would cry a lot. Then my neighbor would snitch on me to my parents saying I was a trouble maker and Ant was an angel. Psht! Yeah right. Ant was always a really sweet boy from the start. When we moved into our new house, Dad was asking us who wanted to get the room next to the bathroom and who wanted the room at the end of the hallway. For some strange reason we both wanted the one near the bathroom although the other room was bigger. So my dad flipped a coin and I lost. I was very sad. Another time it was who can have the ant farm in their room. Don't ask me why I would have wanted ants in the room. Once again I lost but Ant let me have them. I think later on I got kind of grossed out with them and moved them downstairs. Don't even get me started with how much imagination he has. When we were little I would see Ant on the staircase playing with little figures of all kinds. For a while he would go back and forth with those little figures and make action noises. You do not know how hard it is to express action noises in writing but I'll try. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh. Booooooom. Slap. Now do you see how hard it is for me?
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Sometimes Ant and I would get into fights but nothing severe. They were always more of a bicker. Ant would be studying something and I would slowly walk in his room and scare him. But now I don't have time for those immature ANTics (see what I did there). Ant tends to have bad table manners that would always tick me off!
| Here's a picture (to the right) of Ant trying to help me with math problems. By the look of his face you can conclude yourself that he later threw the ipod away from me D: |
I honestly can't recall a time where Ant and I just went at it. Especially now that school started we hardly have time to. I am just so happy God gave me a brother I could look up to (physically and mentally) I know he cares for me and is concerned for whatever choices I make. If I didn't have someone in my family that could tolerate me I would have drove them bananas! HE IS AWESOME! I LOVE YOU BRO!
In the late 1900 (the old times), when it was just us two without Chubster things were much better. PSYCH! just kidding. We used to live in a smaller house and would play in the driveway. We had a neighbor that would watch us play while my parents were busy with something. Ant would play with his cars and I would want to play with them too. So I usually just took them away from him and he would let me. So sweet! If he didn't let me I would cry a lot. Then my neighbor would snitch on me to my parents saying I was a trouble maker and Ant was an angel. Psht! Yeah right. Ant was always a really sweet boy from the start. When we moved into our new house, Dad was asking us who wanted to get the room next to the bathroom and who wanted the room at the end of the hallway. For some strange reason we both wanted the one near the bathroom although the other room was bigger. So my dad flipped a coin and I lost. I was very sad. Another time it was who can have the ant farm in their room. Don't ask me why I would have wanted ants in the room. Once again I lost but Ant let me have them. I think later on I got kind of grossed out with them and moved them downstairs. Don't even get me started with how much imagination he has. When we were little I would see Ant on the staircase playing with little figures of all kinds. For a while he would go back and forth with those little figures and make action noises. You do not know how hard it is to express action noises in writing but I'll try. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh. Booooooom. Slap. Now do you see how hard it is for me?
