He be my bro

This is my bro, Philip. He rocks. I never realized how much taller than me he is. I guess that means I can't beat him up anymore like I used to when we were chillypoos. His hair looks funny in this picture, probably because the pic was taken after the rainstorm during this year's 4th of July. I respect my brother more than anyone else in my life. If you think I'm stubborn, you have yet to meet Phil. He stands his ground no matter what.

When we were young I was alot larger than Phil, even though we are only a year and a half apart in age. One day my dad brought a fabulous purple banana bike home from the dump. The purple paint was sparkly and it had a loud yellow seat. My dad bought a cute white plastic basket for the front with a pink plastic flower in the front.

I was so excited to have that banana bike. It ROCKED. However, Phil was pissed. In fact, he was so mad that he threw himself in front of the bike as I was riding it down a hill. I ran him over. I still remember the look on his face when the tire was going over his chest. It was classic.

Anyway, enough about the sister abusing her little brother. My little brother Phil is the best dude in the world. I just figured it was about damn time I posted a picture of him on this here bloggie.