Hot Wings

And so it seems that I must share this story (oh little brother of mine, how I know you will enjoy). My youngest brother has been quite a "ham" since the day he was born, I think he came out of the womb dancing and singing. Literally, we would get in an elevator and there was my little brother in his stroller dancing. He claimed (at age 3) that when he heard music he couldn't help that his body wanted to dance. He is pretty much the center of attention anywhere he goes and of course at the dinner table. And THAT is how I come to this story, what had happened was…

We were enjoying a family dinner, my brother was very young, old enough to eat HOT wings but not old enough to keep from getting hot sauce all over him. He did his usual, move around the table, touch everything and cause mom to send him upstairs, to start running the water, and get in the bathtub. So, my brother, I'll call him "M" to protect the guilty, runs up the stairs and starts the water. The rest of the family continued hot wing consumption, the water stopped and mom called up to the little man to get undressed and wait until she got up there to get in. No sooner than 30 seconds later... here comes "M" SCREAMING and NAKED down the stairs! I am talking full speed, full out crying and a look of horror on his face! He hopped around downstairs (still fully unclothed) and kept screaming, pointing towards his "nether region”. What do you get when a little kid gets undressed and has HOT sauce all over his hands? You've got it, he was in the stage of being VERY interested in his "parts", so with the hot sauce all over his hands he also got it all over "down there" and not realizing what it was, he kept grabbing himself in pain only making it worse. I am sure he was in pain, but at the same time his dramatic tendencies caused us not to respond as quickly as we should have. After a few minutes of hopping around screaming, my mom fortunately took action. “M” continued crying, while my mom helped him up to the tub, while still yelling that his “wenis” was on fire. The rest of us, per usual in any comical situation… Laughed.

So the moral of the story is… well there isn’t one.