One of the brothers reached the magic height of 48 inches.
One of the brothers has grown a lot, but comes up two inches shorter at only 46 inches.
The difference in those two inches? Everything, if you’re at Cedar Point and you just want to ride roller coasters with your brother. As BigBrother went off to ride the Millennium Force with FireDad, LittleBrother and I plopped down on a bench near the ride exit to wait. I knew what was wrong, but I asked anyway.
“Booey, are you sad because you don’t get to ride the big roller coasters?”
He turned his face from me, buried it in the sleeves of his green Ninjago sweatshirt, and cried the tears of a sad little boy. Break my heart, why don’t ya? I pulled him onto my lap and cuddled him close. He sniffled and snorted and generally oozed sadness and snot for a few minutes.
“I’ll never be big enough.”
Now, we all know that’s not true. He’s the tallest kid on his soccer team this year. The fact that he’s only two inches shorter than his older brother and only one size smaller in shoe size makes me wonder if my Grand Master Plan of passing down all of BigBrother’s clothes to LittleBrother will be soon blown out of the water.
All the same, I calmed him down, assured him that he’s growing just fine, and pointed out that he will most likely grow two inches in the next year and can thus ride roller coasters next summer. If not, we’re obviously not going to Cedar Point because, oh, my mama heart can only take so much sad Booey.
After the other two got off of the roller coaster, I explained The Infinite Sadness of the 46 Inch Brother to FireDad. He understood, having been a younger brother, and lifted Booey up high to watch the Millennium Force speed by on its next trip.
Eventually, all was well with The Brothers — as is always the case.
Tags:52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Cedar Point