I came from a family of 3 children: An older sister who passed away before I was born, leaving ME, the middle child, and yes, I do still claim “middle child syndrome,” and my little brother, Mike.
Mike is facing some health challenges right now, and I am right there in the thick of it because even though I wanted to injure him when we were kids, the big sister mode has kicked in and I’m in protect and kick-ass mode.
He has always been a sports-loving dweeb with a sarcastic sense of humor, and he did not have to answer the questions I asked. I decided I will answer them for him.
“Mike, what was your favorite thing to do as a child?”
“Well, Kathy, that’s easy. My favorite thing to do was make your life miserable.”
My second question, “What is your most memorable moment?” would undoubtedly be this: “When you left.” (I know he would say it but not mean it because…well…I just know). (Right, Mikey)?
Last night I was talking to Mike on the phone, on his birthday. Yes, he is only five years younger than me for more than a month! I told him I had ordered a tube of ants for my grandson’s new ant farm. I mentioned that it was like buying those little critters first-class tickets on American Airlines to get them here, and without even taking a break, my little brother said, “I hope they don’t put them on the plane with a cage of anteaters.”
There was a moment of silence as that sunk in, then we both started laughing those good, comfortable belly laughs that only siblings share.
So a tip of my hat for Mike’s comic relief episode on his 47th birthday! Cheers!