Kid Brother

Never actually had a kid brother. Being the younger of two ( and having a senior who enjoys throwing his weight around :) ), it's a definite impossibility unless my doting father somehow produces a lusty lovechild from the murky depths of his purported dark past. Though the unwelcome thought of being squashed into the easily dismissed middle did trouble me a little ( forgotten middle child syndrome anyone? ), I've always enjoyed the hypothetical idea of having a younger sibling.

A poor lil scapegoat brother to pass over some of the more menial mind-bogglingly dull household chores such as dishwashing or ironing ( bleh! ). Or perhaps even someone to tease and torture to submission when I need some urgent stress release ( yeah, I am quite the monster ).


Brothers Be
And now we have Strapping Shane. Although he towers above me ( the giant! ) since I'm the vertically challenged descendant of dwarf farmers, he's still very much a kid at heart - and of course most importantly in biological age too - which is how he's perpetually being referred to as the Kid. Inadvertently stumbled onto his blog one fine morning, struck up an unlikely fraternity / friendship and shockingly realized that he lived barely a stone's throw away.

What can I say? Terrifyingly enough, I'm actually an aging, ailing 30 - and a fresh young scamp of 20 seems so terribly young, effortlessly juvenile and barely out of school somehow :) Was I ever that young?

Like any concerned parent, his mother usually wonders exactly what we get up to when Strapping Shane's in our delightful ( ahem ) company. Little does she know that far from supporting him in his impulsive leap into the pink universe ( or indulging in mindless orgiastic delights seen previously only in exclusive Bel Ami / Falcon videos ), Charming Calvin and I are actually trying to stall some of his more adventuresome instincts. After all we do know that lecherous man-eating sharks abound out there, don't we? And we do know how much they enjoy fresh meat. :P

And yeah, I do want the best for little Shane. Which is why the poor guy usually gets the brunt of our nags, especially when it comes to his studies. Can't help it really! Charming Calvin is a purported maths whiz and I've somehow miraculously blundered my way through academics - so anyone who scores below our sadly mediocre results deserves a hard spanking to say the least. Ever optimistic, Shane promises a stronger showing in the future so we shall see :)