This is the first time though, that I
have stayed awake to wait for my younger
brother. My kid bro left at around 8:30 to watch a
Slapshock concert with some friends. Earlier today, he had given me
some hints about the show featuring this band. I, of course, having
sensed his intention to watch, was quick to douse on his plans. "Don't
you even think of going there." I hissed. In his most innocent tone he
quipped, "Didn't even cross my mind."
I knew he was in denial.
After
dinner as I expected, he started pacing the room; casually telling me
that the concert had probably begun. And after several statements,
that could all be interpreted as "I wanna go to the concert, but I
don't wanna be obvious!", he finally blurted it out and said "Can I go?"
And
so to make the story short, he asked permission from our Mother, who
told him to tell our Father who eventually gave in, after a litany of
pleases and promises from my brother. Off to the concert my
brother went. And at this ungodly hour, he still hasn't come
home.
Give it an hour or so, and I bet a whole month's allowance that my father would be out in the city looking for him.
It is amazing how fast time flies. It wasn't so long ago when my
brother's idea of fun was playing with his Lego or train sets for
hours. Well, the Lego and the train sets have retired in favor of the
family computer, which quickly took the back seat after we decided he
was old enough to play PS2. And now, on his first unchaperoned
concert, he has done what most kids do at one point in
their young lives - become a curfew violator.
And woa, I barely finished typing that last paragraph and I already heard my Father start the car.
No doubt about it, as far as this family is concerned, my not so
little brother in spite of his height and built, will always
be a baby.
Mac and Me, ages ago 
