I was trying to figure out what to write about, and then it hit me right in the face. He is about three feet tall and two years old. You cannot understand what he is saying. He likes playing cops and robbers. It was my little brother of course. He ran up to me when I was typing on my computer. He threw his blanket over my head and started to tackle me. I could not resist playing with him instead of writing for class. After I finally got him off of me, he picked up a toy gun and we started to play. He would pretend to shoot me and I would fall to the ground like he wounded me. Then he would run up to me and fall over me like he got shot too. He thought it was so funny. We did this repeatedly for almost an hour. If I did not want to stop he would have kept going on for hours.
I love playing games like this with my little brother. One time he was under a blanket in the middle of the living room laughing. I walked over to him and peeked under the blanket to see what he was doing. I said “Leo...” He said, “I am hiding.” I said “from who?” He said “ah…from you.” Then he burst out laughing. He told me to hide under the blanket with him. I did and we sat there very quiet for 15 minutes. Finally I said let’s go find someone. He thought that was a good idea. We ran around the house trying to sneak up on people. When we would get close he would explode with laughter every time. I will always have these memories of my brother. He is so innocent and he is easily entertained. I like the fact that he always wants to play with me every day when I get home from work. My little brother means a lot to me. I would do anything for him.