my brother vinny has been told his whole life that he looks just like my mom, sometimes by people who have never met him before, but are so sure he’s her son that they just come up to him and start talking. I personally don’t see it – although I like to perpetuate it because it annoys vinny – but I’m pretty sure my mom does, and I’m pretty sure she likes him better because of it.
vinny left for an internship in malaysia yesterday, and she’s been a bit distraught about it, prompting to be even ruder than usual. today I came home to the terrible announcement that our minivan, Lanny, has been sold and is leaving our family in a few days.
me: NOOOOO! this is worse than vinny leaving, saying goodbye to Lanny. I’d rather sell vinny…
mom: I’d rather sell you. actually, I’d just give you away.
me: but why do you have to sell lanny?
mom: he’s old. he’s going to break soon, might as well let someone else use him.
me: just because he’s old doesn’t mean he’s going to break!
mom: ha. you should prepare yourself for your blankie to go next.
ripping apart my childhood, one piece at a time. thanks, mom!
