Little brothers are the absolute cutest. I have a little brother who is four, and his name is Keatley. He is technically my half-brother, but that doesn't mean a thing. He is the cutest and smartest little man there ever was. I don't get to see him as much as I want to because I am married and moved out, but when I do get to see him, boy am I in for a treat. Every time that I see him, there is always something new or another piece of knowledge he throws at me. I love seeing my little brother, and I really love being called "Sissy," although sometimes he accidentally calls me "Momma," "Meme," or "Grandma." There are so many great things about having a little brother, especially one like mine.
1. They love to cuddle.
I get to babysit my brother sometimes, and I will get there really early so that his mom and Dad can leave for work. I get to go back to sleep until he wakes me up. One time, I was sleeping, and I woke up to Keatley's face right in front of me. He scared me half to death. It was still way too early for me, so I got him to lay down and cuddle with me on the couch. Cuddling with him is my favorite.
2. They love to show you all of their stuffed animals, mini animal toys and "Star Wars" character toys.
My brother has a ton of toys, and he loves to show me every single one of them. He loves his gorillas and "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." He loves wearing his Chewbacca house shoes, Hulk mask that growls and Hulk hands to match. He the funniest kid on the planet.
3. They love to question everything.
Keatley questions everything that I do, and he is so smart. I'll look at my phone, and he'll say, "Is Spencer (my husband) calling you?" I mean, seriously, he is incredibly smart. He knows way more than I ever did when I was his age.
4. They love to tell you how to do everything.
I will make him some food, and he says, "Mommy doesn't do it like that." I say, "Well, Sissy does it like this." He shows me how to make his noodles, play with his toys, trick the dogs and a ton of other things. He tells me when the chocolate milk that I made him doesn't taste like Daddy's and tells me to add a lot more of the chocolate syrup.
5. They love eating candy.
My dad, my older brother, and I used to always eat sour candy. It was our thing, and we got Keatley hooked on it too. Keatley brings me candy and sour gum to eat whenever we hang out. He's the sweetest, and it is so funny to watch his little mouth pucker up. He tells me, "Sissy, make the face I'm making!"
And I love hearing him tell me that he loves me, getting a hug and kiss on the cheek from him, hearing him laugh, seeing his smiling face, drinking hot tea with him, and just being with him.
