Between the time you are born and the time your parents give up all hope of ever having a normal child, there often is added to the homehold a squalling small person that quickly evolves into a Kid Brother.
Kid Brothers arrive with a native instinet to tattle on, steal from, lie to, argue with, holler at and rebel against you and other older sisters or brothers.
A Kid Brother is easy to spot, except when you are looking for him. He is usually found bathig his turle in the tub when you want to use the bathroom to get ready for an important date.
Or popping corn in the kitchen whey you bring the gang home for a midnight snack...Or sprawled on the couch watching TV when you're lured your steady home knowing yhour parents are away...Or dismantlinng your car in the garage whan you'r already late for an appointment.
Growing up as a Kid Brother consists chiefly of developing all of these sickening talents to their fullest potential.
Despite his youth, a Kid Brother embodies lots of adult quialities. He has the regal poise of Jerry Lewis, the reflective thoughfulness of Leo Durocher, then table manners of Ernest Borganine.
The social grace of Joe Payne, the enduring patience of Frank Sinatra, the warm humanitarianism.
Kid Brother seldom display any natural aptitudes for becoming Medical Missionaries or Youth Counselors or State Department Protocol Officers or Concert Cellists or Talmudic Scholars.
More often, the appear cut out to become Cat Burglars or Magazine Subscriptions Scheme Promoters or Loan Sharks or Lifetime Welfare Recipents or Pool Hall Hustlers or Professional Creaors of Urbum Blight.
