Moreover, a day never passed
without hearing someone marvel: "Cute Baby Jimmy did this," or
"Cute Baby Jimmy did that," and on and on and on. . . .
But who knows what was really running though "Cute
Baby Jimmy's young mind. It might have been obvious, like,
"C'mon guys. . .enough is enough already. . .some of this stuff
that I've been getting away with. . . wasn't cute at all."
What little Jimmy needed
most now was a compadre, a pal, a partner in crime—yes, a
brother.
It was late one spring day
when Jimmy's dad prepared to share some very good news. First, he whisked
his son up and settled him on his lap
"Geez, not again," Jimmy
thought. "What 'cute' thing did I get away with this time?" His daddy
lovingly grinned at his son but Jimmy's eyes looked away to his daddy's
arms instead. The shear size of which made Jimmy ponder, "must
be as big as my tummy." Then south his sight travelled to his
daddy's flourishing tummy. My dad wasn't fat ,
he decided, ". . .yup, the're just more muscles he has no other
place to keep."
But true to form, little
Jimmy began to fidgit and up he reached to rub the coarse stuble on dad's
cheek. It was then that Dad leaned to his left and reached to pull
out his wallet. All the while keeping his son steady with only one bulky
arm. Still, Little Jimmy bounced about
more and leaned in closer to breathe in his daddy's hair. It was there
that the aroma of dad's Brylcreme always made him feel safe.
"Easy kidd-o. . . I've got a question for you." his dad asked
the boy.
"Yeah, Dad?" the young lad answered while looking
at the thick leather wallet.
Dad
opened his billfold wide to fan all the fiftys and hundreds with his
thumb. "See all this? Well, this is what the doctors want in order
to give you a little brother. . ."he explained then looked at his son and
asked, "wha'da'ya'say?"
Jimmy quickly nodded his approval and slid
off his dad's lap to attend to another more pressing problem - which new toy to play
with, the garbage truck or his new Lincoln Logs.
The
following day when his dad was at work, Little Jimmy stayed with Nana
Smith where he awaited the arrival of his mom and his brand new
brother, Jackie. It wasn't long before he heard a familiar voice announce
at the doorway "Guess who's here?" Nana excitedly
yelped. She then took her grandson’s
hand and bent down to him and said "C'mom, Jimmy, it's your
mommy with your new baby brother, Jackie." Jimmy bolted to the
door just as his mommy walked in. He wrapped his little arms around
her whom he hadn't seen for days. All the while, Nana was cuddeling baby
Jackie as she headed out of the room. After everyone was settled, Dad and
mom presented me with a gift-wrapped package and said with a smile, "This
is from your new brother, baby Jackie." Jimmy shredded the wrapping paper and was
surprised with two sparkling cowboy toys that Santa had forgotten to leave him.
Little Jimmy blurted "Yippeee" and ran out of the kitchen towards
Nana who was bent over the linen-lined white bassinette in the parlor.
Dad followed and then hoisted his son high so he could look down at Jackie,
his new brother. Jimmy waved his new
toys high above him, his smile became giggles and warmly uttered, "Thanks,
baby Jackie, you're the best." Then as if on cue, Jimmy once more started to
fidgit and squirmed as his dad lowered him to the floor. Little Jimmy couldn’t wait to play with his
new toy.
As
those days became weeks, and those weeks turned into months, Little Jimmy was
happy to hear voices marvel again. But remember, dear reader, the only child was now the older child and that meant the torch had been passed to young Jackie.
Suddenly those very same voices now bellowed, " Ewwww . . .Jimmy did this???" also chuckled with, "Awww . . .look.
. . cute baby Jackie did that.”
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