...but not from me.
As some of you know there will be a baby Baker boy arriving in the near future. At the latest on Monday. This is going to be great!
My two little nieces will have a baby brother to fight with. Baby brothers are loads of fun. I recommend them to anyone that is in the acquiring sibling market.
They are also a pain. Will and I had more fun than fights, but there were fights. The things with boys is, you can fight them and they don’t go tattling on you. They just fight you back! Wonderful. There is no fake tears or whining to get you into trouble. You just get attacked right back. That’s really the way I prefer it.
And now, a story.
It was our first trip to the circus. I don’t know how old I was. I’m guessing around 6 or 7 so Will was around 3 or 4. We were having a blast. Amazed at everything. Then it happened. Something I will never forget. A man drove a motorcycle on a tightrope and Will said, “That’s what I’m going to do when I grow up.” I was so scared. No way. He would die! I couldn’t let my brother do such a thing! And my parents weren’t telling him “No. That’s too dangerous.” Do you know what they told him? They told him, “You can be whatever you want to when you grow up.” HOW DARE THEY! I was balling. I could not let this one go. “Please just tell him that he can’t do that! He will die! Why are you telling him he can do that?” This lasted for days. Me whining to my parents about it. Then my Mom said to me, “He probably won’t really do that.” I still wanted her to tell him he couldn’t though. They wouldn’t do that. Good for them. I see that now.
Anyways, I hope Will’s baby boy is giant like he was. Look at him! My goodness. And I don’t know what’s up with my crazy face. Giving myself an under-bite. That is not a good look for me.