Happy Birthday Little Bro

Yesterday was Yousef's birthday.  I was a little bit too busy trying to juggle a violent stomach flu and a meeting  to write about it.  So...

*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Happy Birthday Yousef!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

After his friends left, and once we started to cut his ice cream cake, Sofi decided to start a new tradition: My Most Memorable Moment With _______.

She started, of course.

"My most memorable moment with Yousef was when he bit me-"

"I thought I bit Lola," interjects the birthday boy.

"You bit both of them," I remind him.

"As I was saying, he clamped onto me wouldn't let go.  That bruise lasted a week.  I will never forget. Juanito, your turn."

"My most memorable moment with Yousef is the time he beat me so many times at video games and rubbed it in my face so much, I cried."

"I remember!" Shouts Yousef.  By this time, we're all shouting. "Victory, BAHAHAHA!!!!"

"Alfonso, it's your turn."

"My most memorable moment with Yousef was the times I went to Abuela's house with him."

"Actually, it's 'my most memorable moments with Yousef were the times I went to Abuela's house with him,'" I inform him.

"Who cares?"

Um, potential colleges will care when your SAT scores demonstrate you have no basic knowledge of grammar.  But I decide not to tell him.

"Maria Teresa it's your turn."

"No!" Screeches the alien, otherwise known as my 5 yr. old brother. "My favorite moment with Yousef is when he dies."

"That's not funny," says Sofi.

"I was kidding, my real moment was-"

"Nope, you're disqualified," says Sofi, "Maria Teresa, go."

Obviously being the eldest does not make me leader of the pack.

"My favorite moment with Yousef was... oh, that time the other day when he told us about the VBS teacher who was in love with little girls. That was funny."  (Oh, and in order to avoid a potential lawsuit, that's an inside joke. No illegal activity occurred.)

The rest of our conversation was increasingly obnoxious.  In order to not embarrass my mother maintain my family's honor, I will not relate it here.

I'll finish by saying that the cake was really good.  Alas, it did not help my stomach condition in any way.  

Oh, and GO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* In the colors of the Mexican flag.  Because we won. Adieu France.