My baby brother, Chuck, is neither a baby (he is currently 6’6″) nor named Chuck. But for some reason when our family moved to Singapore and he entered middle school he decided to ditch his real name, which does not sound or look anything like the name Chuck. Hitherto thusly and therefore, his blog name shall be Chuck.
Growing up, poor Chuck got the short end of the stick. He is 7 years younger than me and 9 years younger that my sister. I can remember my sister and I fighting over who had to give Chuck a bath….right in front of him. Poor kid.
I can also remember one time when Chuck was about seven and the whole family was playing the game “Taboo”. If you aren’t familiar with the game of Taboo, it is essentially a word game where a player has to get his or her team to say a word while avoiding certain keywords. So for example, I would have to get you to say school without the words teacher, desk, or student. You get the drift.
During this particular game, the word that we had to get our team to say was drive. We couldn’t use car, vehicle, or license as hints. The clue my Dad gave was, “SOMETHING THAT CHUCK DOESN’T DO!”
My mom, my sister, and I started shouting out answers and it went a little something like this:
“Brush his teeth!”
“Comb his hair!”
…and my personal favorite…..
………wait for it…..
Happy Birthday, Chuck. I’m glad you were born and even MORE glad that you that you turned out surprisingly normal, despite our best attempts to screw you up as a kid. I am so proud to be your sister and so grateful to have you in my life. I love you!