Beyond his years

It was a typical discussion for Sunday dinner. Movies, tv, actors and imdb.

Brett brought up a movie from the "early 2000's" that he'd watched recently.

He said,

"Yeah, I just realized that the girl in that movie was 28, that means she had to have been born in like 1934!"

Math was always his strong suit....

The girls

We're talking. It's late. Like one thirty.
Sam, Brett, Savanna, me.
Brett says,

"The girls in our nuts... I mean! The-girls-in-our-ward-are-nuts!..."

Oh Brett.
We've missed you.

Forever

I come home to find Brett where I left him: watching The Smurfs on the mac.

It ends (finally), I check my email, open my blog. He reads the picture links.

"What's DFF? Dead Friends Forever? Dumb Friends Forever?"


Yes, Brett... that's exactly what it means.


(p.s. it actually means Desert Folk Flair)


Brett also has this habit. He'll be talking to you, and mind you he's physically incapable (or so it would seem) of finishing a sentence or completing a thought, so it takes about a million years for him to make a point. One gets weary of the effort required to follow his disjointed speech, but he notices your mind wandering and he chooses that moment to say something cheeky:

"He's just a loser."

You only half hear him, and while your brain catches up you say, "What?"

Brett says "What?" shaking his head quickly to throw you off the trail.

Winner

Once upon a time, two years ago, Brett carved a pumpkin for the contest at school on halloween. He worked on it all day and late into the night the day before the contest. The morning of, he chickened out and left his hard work at home.

Two years later, he actually signed up to participate, carved all day and late into the night the day before the contest, and in the morning he took it with him.

He won first place.

fantastic. I couldn't stop laughing.

I love that kid.

good job, bud.

Literacy

After dinner on a sunday Brett lounges on the couch, threatening to fall asleep, yet he rambles.

"Did you know that in countries like Paris they have 100% literacy?"



I had no idea Paris was a country.

Dennis the Menace

Twas beautiful out in the world today.

And I wanted nothing more than to take a ride on my new bike.

The idea seemed glorious.

Danae and Brett stood in the kitchen.

Brett caught me slipping out through the sliding door.

There I stood in the carport, mere feet from my beauty of a bike.

"Don't do that," he said. "You'll pump blood all through your face."

So I stepped away from the bike, down to the edge of the port where the sun was shining a little too brightly.

"You shouldn't go walking either, ok? Just come here."

Enter Danae.

"Where are you going? You can't go anywhere, barefoot, no less.... Quick! Stop her! She's getting away! It's the Drugs! It's the Drugs!"

Brett Yelled:

"You can't go out! Your face is fat! You're a menace to society!"



And this is how my brothers care for me after I've had my wisdom teeth removed.

Aren't they lovely?

Wishing on a star... no wait, a Candle

This past Wednesday it was dear Bretticus' birthday.

I totally bought him a new i-Pod since his kind of sucks. I know, I'm a great sister. What can I say?


As we all gathered around the table, surrounding the delicious cake my mother made, Brett applied candles to the frosted area.

He was thoughtful in this process.

Wondering aloud, "What can I spell with 15 candles?....."


We all sat and stared for a moment.

First of all that's a weird question.

Second of all, Bretty is turning 17.... not fifteen.


He realized this moments after he said it, and then continued to ask what words he could spell with 17 candles.

The candles just ended up in neat little rows on his cake.


Dear Brett,

Happy Birthday and may you always remember how old you are.

Maman, Suzette, Brett