The past week our school district had Christmas break. My life lately has been spent with friends, downstairs studying, or at speech. This hasn't allowed me to spend as much time with my family as I usually would, but fortunately the holiday season brought us all together just in time. My brother, who is seven, and I have been spending much more time together especially. Whether it be playing Madden 12 or with Lego sets, we did a lot of bonding over the break. All of this time spent together, all of which was fun, allowed me to pick up on certain things about my brother. Certain "traits" or "characteristics" if you will that I have never really been able to notice prior to spending time with him recently. Although shocking at first, I have learned to cope with this new found knowledge and my relationship with him is unwavering.
Perhaps I should elaborate on these said "characteristics" I have noticed and my theory behind them. Being a teenager I am responsible enough to take care of myself. I do all of my grooming whether it be showers, brushing my teeth, getting rid of that stubborn acne and so on and so forth. At this age I make better decisions, for the most part, and do a good job of staying out of trouble. With that said, my brother, on the other hand, is but a child and can't help but go around and get himself into mischief. It is this mischief, I believe, that is causing him to have these undesirable traits. What traits, might you ask? Dirty hands. Grungy, grimy, unexplainably dirty little hands that, no matter how recently his last bath was, are, and continue to be, covered in filth.
It may sound silly and just like a quirky little kid thing but it is honestly amazing how he is able to keep his hands so dirty. Just this break we were constructing a Lego set my aunt and uncle gave me for Christmas (I was an avid Lego-er in my younger days) and as Levi was handing me each subsequent piece I couldn't help but notice that there was some sort of residue on all of the blocks. I was curious and looked for the source of this film that covered my miniature reconstruction of Fallingwater. I checked the pieces in the box, but they were all shiny and smooth. I checked the counter top that they were resting on but it to was clean and smelled of lemon Pledge. As I grew disinterested and returned to building, Levi handed me the next piece. This time, though, our hands clasped when the met in the middle, allowing for me to feel the inside of his waxy palm. And it was then that I realized it was my brother all along that had been leaving the residue and it was he who had the dirty little hands.
This was only the first time that I noticed his grimy little claws and the more time I spend with him the further his dirty hands are exposed. Just the other day we were playing Xbox and when Mom called him upstairs he passed me his controller and it too was covered in filth. It is a struggle, but day-by-day I am attempting to fix his problem. I have cleaned out and trimmed his nails, made sure that he washes his hands before dinner, but the condition continues to persist. It is stunning how one instant we are washing his hands and yet some how from the bathroom sink to the kitchen table a layer of grime has somehow gathered on his hands. And it should be said that this is not only with my brother. Oh no, masses of children have this same problem as I have began to notice. My brothers friends, too, are victim to this uncleanly fate and who knows how many more children are susceptible?? For all I know it's all of them, and we can never be too careful.
I guess what I would take away from this is always be wary of children. Whether they be strangers, siblings, or children of your own you can never be too sure where they've been and what exactly is on their dirty little hands.
Perhaps I should elaborate on these said "characteristics" I have noticed and my theory behind them. Being a teenager I am responsible enough to take care of myself. I do all of my grooming whether it be showers, brushing my teeth, getting rid of that stubborn acne and so on and so forth. At this age I make better decisions, for the most part, and do a good job of staying out of trouble. With that said, my brother, on the other hand, is but a child and can't help but go around and get himself into mischief. It is this mischief, I believe, that is causing him to have these undesirable traits. What traits, might you ask? Dirty hands. Grungy, grimy, unexplainably dirty little hands that, no matter how recently his last bath was, are, and continue to be, covered in filth.
It may sound silly and just like a quirky little kid thing but it is honestly amazing how he is able to keep his hands so dirty. Just this break we were constructing a Lego set my aunt and uncle gave me for Christmas (I was an avid Lego-er in my younger days) and as Levi was handing me each subsequent piece I couldn't help but notice that there was some sort of residue on all of the blocks. I was curious and looked for the source of this film that covered my miniature reconstruction of Fallingwater. I checked the pieces in the box, but they were all shiny and smooth. I checked the counter top that they were resting on but it to was clean and smelled of lemon Pledge. As I grew disinterested and returned to building, Levi handed me the next piece. This time, though, our hands clasped when the met in the middle, allowing for me to feel the inside of his waxy palm. And it was then that I realized it was my brother all along that had been leaving the residue and it was he who had the dirty little hands.
This was only the first time that I noticed his grimy little claws and the more time I spend with him the further his dirty hands are exposed. Just the other day we were playing Xbox and when Mom called him upstairs he passed me his controller and it too was covered in filth. It is a struggle, but day-by-day I am attempting to fix his problem. I have cleaned out and trimmed his nails, made sure that he washes his hands before dinner, but the condition continues to persist. It is stunning how one instant we are washing his hands and yet some how from the bathroom sink to the kitchen table a layer of grime has somehow gathered on his hands. And it should be said that this is not only with my brother. Oh no, masses of children have this same problem as I have began to notice. My brothers friends, too, are victim to this uncleanly fate and who knows how many more children are susceptible?? For all I know it's all of them, and we can never be too careful.
I guess what I would take away from this is always be wary of children. Whether they be strangers, siblings, or children of your own you can never be too sure where they've been and what exactly is on their dirty little hands.
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