Growing Up

This is probably the first of a long series in which I document the process of growing up.

So I posted in the past about the littlest thing making my day, such as the one about pink icing, but this one ties in with my little brother.

Apparently my little brother's daycare took him out to a swim today.

When I came home from tennis today, I was all sweaty, tired and in a somewhat bad mood. That's when my little brother started talking to me of how he can put his head in the water a hundred times.

Trying to woo him off as I try to take a shower, I replied, "good job."

Not expecting a reply, I took of my clothing, but my little brother said in the cutest little voice:

"Thank you."

I was smiling afterwards...

-runiteking1

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