I had a cousin growing up. Elliott and I were as thick as thieves. We were born two months apart. I was older (of course). I had another cousin who we sometimes played with who was four days younger than me. I used to rub it in. Elliott was such a piglet growing up, telling me what girls couldn’t do. And of course I had to prove him wrong. And beat him up. Because I was a bad little motor scooter AND I was taller than him. LOLOL.
We got into so much trouble. We’d play a little while, get on each other’s nerves, fight, and get whooped by my parents or his. Smh. I spent quite a lot of summers like that. And to think, we’d ASK to go to each other’s houses. Insanity truly is doing the same thing, expecting different results. Now he’s all grown up and married with two sons, the oldest of which acts JUST LIKE HIM, much to his dismay, and the rest of the family’s amusement. Happy Birthday Cousin.
TJs Things 