My little brother is getting old!

Well it's official my youngest brother Christian is turning five this Friday. I guess he is no longer the little, cute, chubby baby I once held in my arms. Oh I miss the little baby he once was, the one who loved the attention I gave him, but at least when he turned two I didn't have to help change the diapers which he dispensed his deadly methane bombs into. The downside was he was able to run away from me  when I wanted to squeeze him and throw outrageous terrible two fits. Now the little fart hates when I give him a little kiss on the cheek, he hates it so much he will wipe his entire cheek of with a wet one. Don't get me wrong I love him to death but now a days
it seems like the only times he acts like he loves me, is when he wants something from me, or wants me to do something. On Friday (his b day) he wants me to do both. Not only do I have to get him some awesome toy story toys, but I also have to throw him the best Toy Story themed birthday party. Yes three days away from his birthday, you know he is turning on his charm. If only I didn't love the little fart so much!