So on Saturday Sukie, the Boy, and myself headed down to Sandy for a birthday party. We ate awesome pulled pork sandwiches and watched Kung Fu Panda, the latter of which was projected on to the side of a bouncy castle.
So while I was sitting there with Lucas, we observed our friend’s son (4 or 5 years old) watching over his new, two-week old sister, talking to her and trying to soothe her.
I told him what a good job he was doing and then asked Lucas if he’s going to be a good brother when Sukie and I have another one. His response is proof that I have raised a cold, calculating supervillain:
“Are you going to be a good older brother?”
“Depends on what?”
“I choose not to reveal them at this time.”
He was being 100% deadpan serious, no grins. I love that kid.