Wysi·Wyg Volume I, Issue 3

My Big Brother
by Aaron T.

My big brother and I had so much fun today. It was great from dawn to dusk. I woke him up at six o’clock in the morning by sticking my face right next to his and then, when he opened his eyes, he was so scared. I know he likes being scared because sometimes, like last night, he stays up really late and watches scary movies. Then my mom will tell him he should go to bed because those movies will give him nightmares, but he doesn’t listen, he just tells her he likes being frightened. He says it’s fun. So I was doing him a favor by waking him up that way, I’m so nice, especially since I woke him up so early. He just loves that. This one time, I heard him tell his friend that he wished he could wake up at six everyday, not just on schooldays. He’s so cool. I wish I could be just like him and sometimes, I think he wants to be just like me. For instance, when he woke up this morning he said I was unbelievable. And then he said some other words that I didn’t understand. But they must have been complimentary because he was saying them so passionately. Later, when I asked mommy what they meant, she said that they were French words. I think I heard once that French was the language of Love. He must love me a lot then because he said a lot of those words. Then we played my favorite game. My big brother, he acted like a very scary monster and he chased me all over the house. My big brother is a very good scary monster. His nostrils were flaring open really big like parachutes and his mouth was open really wide and he was growling and everything. I was having so much fun that I thought my parents would like to play. I ran into their room and jumped all over their bed. My dad really got into the game; he started to roar really loud. My mommy picked me up and took me into the hallway. She didn’t growl or roar or anything. She’s not very good at these sorts of games. Then she told me to go back to bed and sleep like the normal people. That didn’t sound like too much fun though so I went into the kitchen and made a revolutionary discovery that completely changed my life forever. Mommy’s pots and pans sound just like my big brother’s drums, especially if you bang them really loud. Then my big brother came in there. He told me that my music was the worst thing he had ever heard in his whole life, but I knew he was just joking. My brother is such a kidder, he jokes with me all the time. Then he took me to the park. He kept complaining that he was only taking me because my daddy said that if he didn’t get me out of the house my big brother couldn’t go to the concert tonight. But I know better, he was kidding again when he said that. He was really taking me because I was fun. Everyone thinks so. Only no one tells me directly, to my face and all, because they think it will go to my head. They don’t have to worry though, I am very humble. Like right now, I am writing this in the backseat of my big brother’s car. It’s all part of my genius plan (but since I am so humble I will refer to it as my mildly clever plan) to surprise my big brother and his girlfriend at the concert. He will be so happy that we can continue this super fun day all night long. Ooh, I have to go. I think we are stopping.

My Big Brother by Aaron T. My big brother and I had so much fun today. It was great from dawn to dusk. I woke him up at six o’clock in the morning by sticking my face right next to his and then, when he opened his eyes, he was so scared. I know he likes being scared because sometimes, like last night, he stays up really late and watches scary movies. Then my mom will tell him he should go to bed because those movies will give him nightmares, but he doesn’t listen, he just tells her he likes being frightened. He says it’s fun. So I was doing him a favor by waking him up that way, I’m so nice, especially since I woke him up so early. He just loves that. This one time, I heard him tell his friend that he wished he could wake up at six everyday, not just on schooldays. He’s so cool. I wish I could be just like him and sometimes, I think he wants to be just like me. For instance, when he woke up this morning he said I was unbelievable. And then he said some other words that I didn’t understand. But they must have been complimentary because he was saying them so passionately. Later, when I asked mommy what they meant, she said that they were French words. I think I heard once that French was the language of Love. He must love me a lot then because he said a lot of those words. Then we played my favorite game. My big brother, he acted like a very scary monster and he chased me all over the house. My big brother is a very good scary monster. His nostrils were flaring open really big like parachutes and his mouth was open really wide and he was growling and everything. I was having so much fun that I thought my parents would like to play. I ran into their room and jumped all over their bed. My dad really got into the game; he started to roar really loud. My mommy picked me up and took me into the hallway. She didn’t growl or roar or anything. She’s not very good at these sorts of games. Then she told me to go back to bed and sleep like the normal people. That didn’t sound like too much fun though so I went into the kitchen and made a revolutionary discovery that completely changed my life forever. Mommy’s pots and pans sound just like my big brother’s drums, especially if you bang them really loud. Then my big brother came in there. He told me that my music was the worst thing he had ever heard in his whole life, but I knew he was just joking. My brother is such a kidder, he jokes with me all the time. Then he took me to the park. He kept complaining that he was only taking me because my daddy said that if he didn’t get me out of the house my big brother couldn’t go to the concert tonight. But I know better, he was kidding again when he said that. He was really taking me because I was fun. Everyone thinks so. Only no one tells me directly, to my face and all, because they think it will go to my head. They don’t have to worry though, I am very humble. Like right now, I am writing this in the backseat of my big brother’s car. It’s all part of my genius plan (but since I am so humble I will refer to it as my mildly clever plan) to surprise my big brother and his girlfriend at the concert. He will be so happy that we can continue this super fun day all night long. Ooh, I have to go. I think we are stopping.