Unintended Consequences of Being the First-Born.

Ok, I am fully aware that one day my little brother Bug might kill me for posting this picture, and furthermore, I am aware that any jury of his peers would fully acquit him of all wrongdoing, but seriously. I'm jealous enough when I consider that he's got fun fluffy dogs to play with, a farm to run around on, woods to explore, a river to splash around in and the undivided attention and unconditional love of both of our parents and four older siblings. But this is taking things too far.



I'm fully aware that my childhood was also completely awesome, but when Superdad sent me this picture over email the other day I had an overwhelming urge to ask for a do-over.