The day everyone was talking about was finally here. We were on our way to the hospital to meet my baby brother. I didn't understand what all the fuss was about but my parents sure seemed excited.

After many many hours my bad baby brother finally decided to show up.

"So you are the baby everyone has been waiting for. What is so special about you? You can't even talk." I said to him.

Waaa!

Waaa!

It was a very long day. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was go home, drink some milk, have my mommy read me a bedtime story, and go to sleep. But nooooo. My bad baby brother kept us all up with his crying!

The next morning, I got ready to go to the park. My dad said he would take me. But noooo, we couldn't go because he had to help my mom take care of my bad baby brother. Who by the way, threw up all over my mommy, GROSS!

If only there was a way I can get things back to the way they were. I thought to myself.

I tried to convince my mommy and daddy to send my bad baby brother back. But nooo, they would not listen.

Just when I thought things could not get any worse, my bad baby brother did a terrible thing. He pooped all over the place! Not only did he make a mess, but it was the smelliest thing ever!

One day my cousin and his family came to visit. He was more excited about playing with my bad baby brother than me.

"You are so lucky you have a brother." he said to me.

"Yeah, it's not so bad." I replied.

Then, I started to think. Maybe it would not be such a bad idea to have a bad baby brother.

I'm the oldest so that means I'm in charge of him. I like being the boss. He always laughs at my jokes. He can burp super loud. Plus, he is pretty cute. I guess I do love my bad baby brother after all.