it's fun to be older

a couple of days ago, the needle on the thermometer crept above 40 degrees, so i decided to go on my first jog of 2006. i convinced Bro to rollerblade along w/ me.
he gives me something to listen to besides my heaving lungs, and offers encouragement by saying things like, "come on, you're doing really good. if i were you i would've stopped after one block." and other pearls like, "good job, keep going. geez, what you're doing is much harder than what i'm doing, and I'm getting tired! good for you!"
at least he's trying.

anyway, we were on the last quarter mile, and as he told me a story about his day at school, his voice squeaked in the middle of a word. i smiled, but said nothing (which i'm proud of, since that's the first of those i've heard from him). he finished the sentence, paused, and said, "wow. that was weird."
i laughed and he continued, "yesterday in school that happened to me like, four times."
as i ran, i looked over at him and yelled, "PUBERTYYY!"
he turned red, but smiled down at the ground and muttered, "shut up."

the next year will be fun.

too bad he's already at least 5'8", which means i'm not the next-tallest to Dad anymore. and he weighs at least 10 pounds more than me, so i'm gonna have to watch the teasing, so i don't get flattened and/or farted on. still, it's funny to have a little brother.