He is Mr. Responsible.
Though only two years older than his brother, he is expected to keep an eye on him, and steer him away from trouble. He is the one who gives the dog his lunch, and runs errands for me. Kids instinctively turn to him when they are in trouble, and though he doesn’t enjoy it, he ends up taking care of them.Sometimes, I feel guilty about forcing him to grow up so soon. And then he does something really cheeky, and I realize he’s still a kid at heart. A responsible one, but still a kid.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Responsible