lil B

My Little Brother

My lil bro is all grown up now. And he is quite a rock star in the local underground scene from what i heard. If you heard of the band "Melting Ice" his the vocals for that group.

But i remember a time long ago when his vocab was very limited, he was way shorter and he would shit in his diapers.

Here are a few incidents which upon remembering back upon them... made me giggle till my kidneys bleed.

Naming things
Age: 4 - 5yrs

He would name animals as they are. And would repeat it until it sounds really bothersome.

Fasting
Age: 6 – 7yrs

At that age he was learning how to fast when the fasting month came. So as “training” he was allowed to break fast earlier then the adults which was around 3 o'clock.

There was an occasion where him and I followed our grandparents to the Geylang Market. He followed granny and I followed grandpa. We went our separate ways and finished out errands. We rendezvoused back at a corner store near grandpa's car around 3pm. I saw my grandma standing at the corner somewhat blocking my little brother behind her. Out of curiosity I went around her and sure enough I found my little brother. He looked up at me surprised and with his little mouth stuffed with oranges; it was an odd and funny sight. A little boy trying to hide from the world that he had stop fasting by shoving as much as he can and chewing as fast as he can into this pie hole.

Princess Diaries

Age: 2 – 3Yrs

We used to live very near our grandparents place. Its just the next block actually. So there was a time when my grandparents took care of him for the morning. But if i could recall my little brother vomited or stained his clothes and had to be changed. The problem is, my grandparents didn't have any proper baby clothes for boys so in the end when they returned him back to my parents..

He was dressed in a pink dress which used to be worn by my little sister. They must have dug the dress out from their dusty store room. My grandfather also had a wicked sense of humor; so to top off the dress, he also made my little bro wear the huge pink bow-tie that went along with the outfit. Just for kicks. I laughed like a lunatic when i saw him. His expressionless face, too young to realise that he was cross-dressing. My mom was smiling heavily when she received him back.

If i had a time machine, Its soul purpose would be to bring me back in time at that moment so that i can take a picture and show my little bro how confused he was back then.

Angry at the Floor

Age: 4 - 5Yrs

At this age he almost would have almost mastered the complicated but necessary art of walking. It gets him from point A to point B but there are occasions of slip ups and trips.

I remember one humid afternoon

he was hobbling around as usual.

And then...

In a fit for revenge he got straight back up, went to the table and took a single sheet of A4 paper that was lying on top.

Rolled it to a cylinder shape... and went to the spot where he feel and whacked the floor with his newly improvised weapon.

Now he has lost all his cuteness, and abit of a douche bag now.. but what can i say?? he takes after his brother. Take care and have fun you all!!