Sunday, January 29, 2012

My Little Brother


My little brother stopped being little several years ago. I still call him my little brother though. He is taller than I am. He is larger than I am. He has a sense of humor that is very sadly nearly identical to mine. He is raising a kid. My little brother is raising a kid.
My little brother
is raising a kid.
My
little
brother
is
raising
a
kid.
The universe is playing some kind of really sick, twisted joke on itself.
The weirdest part? He’s, like, a crazy good parent. My stupid little brother is a good parent. 

Posted by Maternal Damnation at 12:00 PM

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