I love hanging out with my little brothers!
Besides making him dictate my previous blog entry, I took Joe with me to the grocery store. As he climbed into the mini van he had a quarter, two dimes, and two nickles held tightly in his right fist. He had saved up to buy a candy bar. I drove to the store and parked, and we both got out to make our quick purchases. A volunteer was ringing a bell as we walked past the Salvation Army donation can and into Frys.
"Oh, that's the can where you can give money for people who don't have any for Christmas, right Sam?"
"Yup, that's what it's for," I muttered in reply, half ignoring him. I was in a rush to get home for the BYU Utah game and hurried toward the aisle with chocolate chips. We needed them to make muddy buddies. I grabbed a bag and checked out.
On the way back to the van, Joe fell behind. I was probably just walking too quickly for him, so I turned around to wait. I saw Joe standing next to the red donation can, wiping his sweaty right hand on his shorts while he waited to cross the street. Only then did I realize he had been gripping his coins the entire time but had not bought a candy bar. As he caught up, I reached out my arm and he gave me a low-5 with his now empty hand.
That was the #1 highlight of my day (which is saying something, because we also made muddy buddies and BYU beat Utah).
That's my baby. Thanks for being such a good big brother to him. He's learned from watching the best.
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