Growing Older But Not Up

My younger brother, Kevin, has purchased his first house. No kidding. Granted, it is in Minnesota... quite a bit cheaper than your average home in the Bay Area, which averages $500,000... but still, I am ever so proud.

It does, however, bring back unpleasant memories of when we were younger. For instance, Kevin accompanied me to the eye doctor once when I was 17. Kevin would have been 12 years old. Kev sat in the room with me, amusing himself by covering one eye and staring at things. At the end of the exam, the doctor handed my keys, which had been sitting on the countertop, to Kevin and told him to drive safely! When I protested (loudly), the doctor apologized and said he had just assumed Kev was my older brother.

He always did look older than his age. He practically had facial hair when he was 8. And I was always the babyface. Now that I'm 30, that fact has taken on a rather positive spin. I'm youthful. Good thing... since I don't own a house.