Does the Statute of Limitations Apply to this Situation?!

Last night I emailed my big-little brother for some much needed advice.  When did that happen?  I didn’t need advice. 

I was the bossy one.  I was the one that knew everything.  I was the one that could scream at him, tell him what to do and when to do it.  While we waited for the bus each morning I seized the opportunity to pinch the beejesus out of him and force him to stand in a certain box formed by cracks in the pavement.  Why?  Well, I felt like he was misbehaving at the bus stop… we stood by ourselves at the end of our driveway. 

Sorry Mom.  Even sorrier big-little brother.

Ok.  I lied.  I’ve always needed advice…even if it came from my big-little brother.  I’m fairly certain that he suggested using something other than the leaves from a poison ivy plant as “traffic tickets” for my make believe bicycle-game of cops and speeders.  I was the cop.  He was the speeder.  I got the poison ivy.

I think he was really against eating my “soup” made from poke salad.  I got my way.  He got sick.  Can I go to jail for this?

He was always the best judge of character when it came to friends…and “not friends.”  I can say that now.  I definitely didn’t listen back then.

My big-little brother is incredibly philosophical.  He can tell you what he thinks in the most tactful way.  His speech is flavored with hilarity; you just have to be intelligent to get it.

All of this to say, that he has always been a trusted advisor.  I miss the days when he could dish out his advice over a couple of ice cold 40s and a bowl of scrambled eggs.