Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Like Christmas Morning

As a kid, on Christmas morning, my brother and I weren't allowed to go downstairs until a certain time.

So, we would wake up and sit at the top of the stairs, waiting for Mom and Dad to give us the okay to come down.

I am reminded of this every day due to da brudders.

When I get home, they know I hang up my coat and put my shoes in the closet and then go upstairs to change into my play clothes.

Since the brudders know what's coming, they go up the stairs and wait.

So basically I will conclude that every day is like Christmas in this house for da brudders.

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