My Night with the Werewolf

How many of you have a little brother or sister? I have a little brother, and his name is Aidan. He is six years old, and can be the biggest pain in the world. But he can also be the smartest and sweetest little boy ever. Tonight was one of those nights! We went out and got Domino's pizza, and he and I sat in the car while our mom was inside getting it all. He told me he was a werewolf and that his immortal enemy were vampires. I suppressed laughter and responded eagerly, "But... I AM a vampire!"

He said back, matter-of-factly, "No, Sissy. Vampire's have white faces and red eyes. And I've never seen you at any vampire conventions." We continued to bicker all throughout the car ride home, and I was laughing hysterically on the inside. Oh, but it didn't stop there!

When we got home, my mom told us to grab some pizza and do our homework. I got two pieces and he got one, he pulled out spelling while I pulled out probabilities, angles, and fractions. Then the discussion began. Honestly I have NO idea how it started, but I was trying to teach him how to multiply. He looked at me and rolled his eyes (it was HILARIOUS because he had pizza and Big Red smeared all over his face), "Sissy. I don't know HOW to do multiplickacation." I smiled, and we began to work again. He continued to tell me how much he enjoyed math, so I asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up.

"I want to be a police man." Aidan said, keeping his head lowered so he could continue studying his spelling words.

"If you couldn't be a police man what would you be?"

"I wouldn't be anything. Because police mans get to shoot guys, electrify them, and save the world from villains. If I couldn't be a police man I wouldn't do anything. Being a police man is the job of my life. But if I got shot, my days would be numbered." He looked down at his work, but quickly looked back up. With his red mustache from his drink he whispered to me, "What does 'my days are numbered' mean?"

I giggled then asked him another question, "How was school today?"

"Good."

"Gimme details."

"Okay. Um. What are details again?"

That is pretty much my night with my little brother. Even though sometimes I am entirely prepared to throw him out a window, he's always there to talk to. If you are constantly fighting with a little sibling, I suggest talking to them over dinner or something like that. Not only because you want to be nice and good to them, also so you can go blog about it for entertainment purposes ;)