R. He looks just like me. He was *blessed* with my good looks, and his father's coloring. He's got my face, but with sandy hair and sparkly blue eyes. Lucky devil. What a handsome little man.. It's what I woulda looked like if I'd been born a dude. It's funny, I have distinct memories as a kid, wondering what I would look like as a boy. I'd pull all of my hair up into a hat and try to pout in the mirror like a boy might.
Now I know. R is what I would look like as a boy... only waaaaay cuter.
His personality, on the other hand is all his own. He just laughs, all the time. He could be in time out, or watching his brother get scalded for something, or be watching genuinely funny tv... no matter what, the kid is laughing. He thinks my "serious" face is hilarious. I can't reprimand him because he thinks it's so funny. When he does something wrong now, I just have to scoop him up and put him in the time out spot on the couch. I can't murmur a single word because it sends him into hysterics. So I have to silently pick him up, put him in time out, look him in the eye, and say, "you are in time out! you don't hit!"
Then I bite my cheeks, because this sets him into hysterics every time.
it's not funny when your brother is getting scalded.
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