Brothers and sisters

When I was in elementary school I often wished I had an older brother. (So much so that once in third grade I created a fictitious one whom I freely reported to everyone had been sent to military school. A great starter tale for follow-up lies stories about the crazy things we did together before he left.) I think in my 9-year-old head that fantasy relationship was pretty similar to the one I see my kids forming every day. (Minus the military school part.)

Music: Such Great Heights by The Postal Service


1 Allen { 05.18.11 at 10:20 am }

In our next lives I want to be your kid.

2 racher { 05.18.11 at 10:59 am }

Allen—you’re in. You should know, however, that in our family, kids learn to do their own laundry at 10, and you’d have to make your bed every day. Also, no sassing, young lady. Just things to consider.

3 Gramps { 05.18.11 at 1:47 pm }

Allen, she’s ramped up the requirements a bit–she didn’t have to do her own laundry until she was 12.

4 Beth { 05.18.11 at 4:34 pm }

One of my favorite, favorite songs ever. Love the video!

5 Sara P { 05.18.11 at 6:16 pm }

I love the bed dancing – your kids are awesome!

6 Allen { 05.19.11 at 9:17 am }

Suck it, Mom! Gramps is on my side!

7 Jill { 05.22.11 at 5:49 pm }

I don’t blame Noah. I’d missing jumping on the bed with my sister if I had my own room too. :-)

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