Yesterday I saw a gorgeous blonde girl get out
of her car at Starbucks. Out loud, forgetting I had my brother in
the car, I stated, "I want to be her. I want to be
just like that." "No," my little brother
said, "She's a look a like. You stand out. You're
different. I think what other boys think. If I wasn't your
brother I would date you. You are so pretty."
He's only eleven.