First thing my brother does when I get home is ask for a haircut. Since I got home so late on this trip, he was already in bed. Nevertheless, he got out the box of haircutting supplies and had them sitting out for whenever he first saw me. He refuses to let anyone but his sisters cut his hair.
Our Thanksgiving day started with a Turkey trot (a first for both of us). I went into his room to wake him up. The conversation went a little something like this:
Cami--Get up. You can take a nap after the race.
Griffin--No. Chicken nuggets are food.
He wasn't asleep either; he fully intended to say those words.
Within the past month, my family has also gotten some cats. My brother messes with those cats all the time. While I was home, he was making the cat have squinty eyes. Then he said, "Now it's an Asian cat." I replied, "It's a Siamese cat; it was already an Asian cat."
Also, here's a great picture of my brother bonding with one of the cats. Not very good resolution, but it shows the awesomeness of the bonding.
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