Hey Little Monster

When Mum was pregnant with Kevin, Dad took care of me a lot.
When it was time for my baths, he washed my hair with dish detergent.

On the day Kevin was born, it was just me and my grandpa at home. For breakfast, he made me a cake sandwich - a piece of chocolate cake between two pieces of white wheat.

I had this play fishing set. You'd take a pole with a magnet over it, and flick it over the container with magnetic fishes. I brought it with me to the hospital, so me and my little bro could play it together! Dad said Kevin wasn't ready to play yet so I sulked, dropped the play set, and lost five of my magnetic fish.

When Kevin came home, I had to be quiet all the time and it sucked. Once, Mum was rocking Kevin to sleep in the living room and she told me to be extra-quiet so he could sleep. I ran upstairs to the bedroom directly above the living room and started jumping rope, stomping as hard as I could. Kevin woke up and started crying. I ran into my room, locked the door, and hid in my closet. I didn't come out for a long time, not even for dinner.