Why oh why did God create little brothers???

I got home from work tonight and was opening my screen door when I heard footsteps running in my driveway. I gave a weak and wimpy "Hello?" Hoping whoever it was would say something. Next thing I knew Austin came running out from behind my Jeep and scared the daylights out of me. Of course my heart stopped for a few seconds, and he thought it was hilarious when I put both my hands over my chest. Then he ran home laughing, and told the story to my mom.

Then we started talking about things he did to me when he was younger. When he was little, he'd wake me up on Sat mornings to watch cartoons. He would shake me, and when I'd tell him to leave me alone, he'd shake me again. Once he realized the shaking wasn't working, he'd lean over and LICK my face. Yes, I would get up with his saliva on my cheek.

And who can forget the time we went camping, and dad having an upset stomach, sent Austin and I to the camp store. We got to the checkout, had it rung up, and Austin as calmly as could be said: "That's for her." I wanted to crawl away. He's always had a way of embarrassing me.

I'm now "immune" to being embarrassed now by Austin. Perhaps having a brother like Austin has prepared me for kids. LOL. Either way, I love him anyway.