You may have noticed the color changes to my blog. This is a result of too much free time combined with a spark of creativity one afternoon. I don’t know if I like it… expect to see it change a lot. If you don’t like change… I can’t help you. Now back to your regularly scheduled content:
My little brother was adorable when he was a little boy. He had little chubby legs and little chubby arms and did everything I told him to – who couldn’t love that?
|Please, no more pictures. You’re embarrassing me.|
He also couldn’t say his Rs until he was about 8 years old. It was the cutest thing you ever heard. He called me Kwisten for years. This was made even cuter by the fact that his last name is Flerl – or, in Steven’s words, Fwuh. When he was in kindergarten, he was given a solo in our church’s Christmas play – The Little Drummer Boy. I promise you have never seen anything as cute as my baby brother, walking down the aisle with a plastic drum and singing “Shawuh I pway fuh you, pa-wum-pum-pum-pum, me and my dwum.” I still think of him when I hear that song on the radio. Usually I text him. He usually ignores me, but I know he’s just embarrassed at his talent.
|Seriously, stop texting me every time you hear that song.|
So the other day when I heard the song come on, I thought, “YAY –
I can text Steven I can sing along!” I was enjoying listening to the drummer boy’s tale when suddenly, out of nowhere – it became a rock song. Whaaaaaaa? What is the electric guitar doing in the middle of the drummer boy’s song? Did I switch stations by accident? WHO AUTHORIZED THIS? But 104.7 either didn’t hear my cries or didn’t care, so I was forced to listen to the fake little drummer boy sing his song. Woe.
I probably sound like an old lady right now, but seeing as I am almost 25 I’ve decided to take my old-lady stand. Leave the Christmas carols alone.
Ahem. So. My brother couldn’t say his Rs. The next time you hear The Little Drummer Boy (the REAL version), be sure to sing it the right way: Pa-wum-pum-pum-pum.