Comments on: I Call My Brother Fat Boy

By: marianbeaman

marianbeaman — Sun, 15 Jan 2017 21:07:26 +0000

I like your bold sibling banter here. You probably get away with this because you are older, and as Pamela suggests, because you all translate them as endearments.

By: roughwighting

roughwighting — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 10:46:48 +0000

In reply to Lucinda J. :-)

By: Lucinda J

Lucinda J — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 10:41:04 +0000

In reply to roughwighting. Oh my! That makes me laugh.

By: roughwighting

roughwighting — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 10:38:18 +0000

In reply to Lucinda J. Ah yes, and my brother remembers the ending of that story differently. I had him just fine, no scratches from my push. He remembers he had to get stitches!!!! :-0

By: Lucinda J

Lucinda J — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 05:19:00 +0000

In reply to Samantha. Tall Boy. Big Guy. Yup. Sounds like me. :)

By: Lucinda J

Lucinda J — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 05:15:04 +0000

In reply to roughwighting. I agree. I'm so glad for my brother relationships! I remember the 1st post I read of yours brought to life your complex but great relationship with your brother. The one about swimming. :)

By: Samantha

Samantha — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 01:03:48 +0000

This gave me a good laugh in the middle of a tedious day at work. What would we ever do without brothers?! I call my next down brother “Tall Boy” (someone has to reach the items that we females are incapable of procuring ourselves) and the littlest is affectionately “Big Guy”.

By: roughwighting

roughwighting — Thu, 12 Jan 2017 22:43:04 +0000

You can only get away calling your brother ‘fat boy’ because it’s an endearment, and he knows it. A brother/sister relationship can be so fabulous, and it works if neither is thin-skinned, and if both appreciate the other. I’m lucky like you are. We have the best bros, and in the most loving way, they’re both ‘fat boy.’

By: Lucinda J

Lucinda J — Tue, 10 Jan 2017 05:33:59 +0000

In reply to Sheri Wiebe. This is hilarious! What a great story to tell on your brother.

By: Sheri Wiebe

Sheri Wiebe — Mon, 09 Jan 2017 15:21:45 +0000

oh, reminds me of my dear brother (one and only in the midst of 5 girls). The nurses that gave him his first bath say he was so mad he was standing straight up on the table. As a toddler only Dad was good enough to take him out of his crib…he’d scream and shake his crib rails until Dad came to take him out. He is SO nice now…he is even a preacher!