Big Brothers

 
I think everyone ought to have a big brother. Not one just a little older who can pick on you and get you into trouble…one that’s way older, like 15 – 20 years older. I’m pretty sure I told you that my youngest four kids don’t remember when the Gym Rat lived at home.

He’s pushing 25 and he comes around about once a week to get his “kid” fix. He does “tricks” with the kids like flipping them over, tossing them on the couch, tipping them upside down and letting them walk on the ceiling…you get the idea. And they LOVE it! Whenever he comes through the door they all run to him and hang on his legs, hoping to be the first one to be picked up and tossed around. Even 11-year-old Crafty gets in line.

Remember I told you about the Tonka trucks the kids race around and around my living room and through my kitchen? Well, yesterday the Gym Rat came up with a new trick. He had them put on long pants and socks and then he grabbed their hands and pulled them across the slick hardwood floors from the entryway through the kitchen and into the dining room. It was a little like skating and about as dangerous! They laughed and giggled and chased until the Gym Rat had sweat running down his face. No need to go to the gym! He’s got his own willing weights right here.