My Big Brother

I've decided that my big brother, Lucas, is the coolest kid on earth. I could watch him all day long (in fact, that's exactly what I do most days). I want to do the things he does, eat the things he eats and play the things he plays.
He is so nice to me; always has been from day one. Why, just this morning, he and I were upstairs watching Dora together when he spontaneously, without encouragement from that Mommy person, said "I love you Mya." He does that all the time.
When I'm doing my "rocking, almost crawling" thingie, he encourages me and says "You can do it Mya.".
If things aren't going so well for me, he soothes me with "That's alright Mya." or gives me a hug. What's so cool about all of this adoration is that there is no adult making him be nice to me; he just is.
Okay, he did bite me that one time, but he puts my hands in his mouth all the time (drives Mommy crazy) and he hasn't done it again. I think he's over that phase personally.
He can make me laugh by jumping up and saying "boo" or running straight at me in my high chair. If he's in my face, all I have to do is yell a little bit and he backs off immediately.
After giving it some serious thought, I'm pretty certain that I have the best big brother in the world. I love you too Lucas.