...This is my baby brother Wesley. We are about 7 years apart. I grew up changing his diapers, babysitting him, beating him up, forcing him & my sister Kaitlin into wrestling matches, getting annoyed with him, him stealing my jewelry for his little girlfriends and the list goes on. Having 3 older sisters Wesley has been "mothered" to say the least. He knows what sister to call for what need. I have been deemed the Prom asking/flowering order/ picture taking Sister. My other 2 sisters have their duties as well.
Since Wesley knows how to work us, he uses it to his advantage. Today was no exception. I received a call from Wes asking me to bring him some lunch because the school lunch was crap. I told him just to eat it and deal with it (that is so something my mother would say). Wes then began begging me! Sweet Pea was sleeping and I was not about to wake her up to go take Wes lunch! I told him Nolan was on his way home for lunch and I would call him and have him get something for Wes. The choirs began to sing in Wesley's favor. So I made the call to Nolan (who is also the baby of his family) pleaded my case that Wes could not eat school lunch and he was hungry. Nolan refused! I begged and begged some more. Nolan caved! I called Wes to let him know that he was in debt to me for arguing with Nolan, and that babysitting would be sufficient payback.
Why do I do this? I have no clue! The inner mother (she is in there somewhere) cares for this little boy. I can't help it! He is my baby brother. I pity his poor future wife for all of this. So Sorry to the future Mrs. Wesley Whipple. You can kill me later!
Wesley...note to you: I can not bring you lunch while you are on your mission! Sorry it's against the rules...even though I like breaking the rules, I am not breaking this one for you! Deal with it!