Letter From My Brother

My youngest brother was so excited to learn he was going to be an uncle. In his little 5-year-old mind he was about to be a grown-up. 

I lived in Detroit and he was still in Nebraska. Phone calls were still expensive. We could not speak in person very often. We kept in touch by writing letters... often

My little brother could not write yet. I sent him letters with simple words and kept them short. At that age his attention span was short. He loved getting his own mail.

When I got letters from him I knew he had dictated them to our mother. She would write everything word for word. That way I got a letter from my brother.

One letter said, " I'm cleaning the house. Not the kitchen. Not the bathroom. Not my bedroom. The living room.

Not the tables. Not the chairs. Not the floor. I'm just cleaning the couch. Bye."

Is that fun or what?