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.

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

Tuesday Night

Sitting down at the table for dinner, Maman, Samuel, Bretticus and myself, began to chat amongst ourselves. We were basically eating on the run, because any minute, dad would be home and we would pile into the car and head out for the show.

Maman and I sat at opposite ends of the table, while Sam stood to the right of me and Brett to my far left.

Maman looked down at her plate and said: "Look at this, we're eating like hobos. No place mats, no table cloth, no napkins... oof."

The siblings just sort of stared at her for a minute....

Sam: "Mom, you realize hobos eat out of like pie tins and cans right?"

Mom continues to refute Samuel's statement. Somewhere along the way, the fact that I say ho-bag a lot comes into play.

Sam turns to me and says, "No one says ho-bag anymore."

Just then Brett snags Sam's water bottle and Sam says:

"Hey, I backwash."



Brett, as he gulps down water: "It's ok, me too."

iBrett

When Brett got home from school i pestered him in the usual ways and he told me about his day.
He revealed to me his plans for English and i gave my helpful opinion.
Nearing the end of our conversation i began to hum the same small chunk of song over and over.

Me: "Dah! i have this song stuck in my head. It's from one of the mac commercials."

Brett: "Well is it from the Mac comercial or the iPad commercial?"

Me: ".....iPad is Mac...?"

Brett: "Oh heh yeah, you're an idiot,"

Me: "Whaa??"

Brett: " er, I mean, I'm an idiot haha"

Momentary silence....

Brett: "Where are the tissues that were down here?"

Me: "I dunno, I was looking the other day, but I couldn't find them. I really needed them, I was definitely having issues."

Brett: "haha And so you needed tissues for your issues? Heh heh..."

He laughed to himself for a while after that one.

Have you ever heard of a wittier child?