I Love My Bruh!

I know I've talked about him before but I really do love my brother. I can't say his name yet, but I can say "bruh" so that's what I call him. I don't even say Mommy or Daddy yet, but I say Bruh. Don't get me wrong, I can say mamamamama and dadadadada, but I just don't choose to call them those names yet. Kind of like I won't wave bye bye. I CAN do it, I just choose not to.

The last week or so at school, when Thomas gets out of the car at drop-off, I cry. I miss him when he's not with us.

In the morning, when Mommy says it's time to go wake my brother up for school, I say, "Bruh!" and point the way upstairs. And when we get up there, Mommy puts me on Thomas' bed and I crawl all over him until he opens his eyes, smiles, and give me a big hug and a kiss. But don't tell him I told you that part. It might embarrass him.

This weekend, Thomas is staying over at Grandma and Grandpa's house. When Mommy and I got in the car last night after dropping him off, I pointed to his booster seat and said, "Bruh!" I was trying to tell my mommy we forgot him.

Earlier this afternoon, Grandpa and Thomas kept me so Mommy and Grandma could go to the movie. When we pulled into their driveway, Mommy asked me if I knew where we were. I started looking around trying to discern our location. When Mommy told me we were at Grandma and Grandpa's house, I started smiling. Then she said we would see Thomas and I said, "Bruh!" See, I told you I know his name.