Little Brother

Yesterday the weather was absolutely beautiful, so I went outside and gave our porch a bath. As I swept away the cobwebs Old Man Winter left for me, I looked up and saw
“Son! Get down!” I called out. He didn’t, and I could tell he was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand him, so I walked over to him.
“Son, you need to get down,” I said, “You might fall and get hurt.”
“I can’t, Mom. I just needa do the consequences.”
“The what?” I asked.
“Consequences. I needa do them. The c-c-c-consequences.”
“Who said that to you?” I asked.
“Lacy and Hailee…”

I gotta say: it takes someone EXTRA special to be a little brother… especially when there’s TWO princesses running the joint.

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