The Day My Brother Stood Beside Me.

Loved the post. Especially this:

Outstanding turn of a phrase.

I think after 35, some kind of beer ritual is involved.

I thought back to try to remember an occasion when my 2-years-older brother stood up for me. Nope. He never did, the jerk.

Ivlad’s sisters have four kids between them, two boys and two girls, all about a year apart in age, so they’re all in the 9-10 range now.

They’ve grown up together, they’re very close…we call them The Babies, because they were all babies together.

So, you can imagine, when they were about 3-4, when one of my nieces was getting picked on at a park, not one, not two, but three tots came charging up to get in the bullier’s face.

I don’t think he knew what hit him. :smiley:

Say true. :wink: