Cuestionario: Why, when I was a child, was it an event every New Year because I got to stay up past midnight, but now I regularly go downstairs to get something to munch on at 4:00 in the morning to find my two youngest brothers still awake? I have
oldest child bitterness. Hahaha.
This time it was OK, though. I secretly watched from the cracked door while my eight-year-old brother danced in his bedroom. That kid is genuinely good and fun to watch. He can pull off the freaking robot, and he's eight. I caught him trying to do the moonwalk, spin, stand on toes the other day, though (which was really surprising because I have no idea when he watches these videos; the little sneak
must go on YouTube before anyone else is awake because that's really the only time he could without being found out), and the moonwalk, at least, was just terrible.

I should teach him, now that I can do it fluidly once more like I could when I was twelve haha. I'm just like, "I wish I could dance when I was eight."
But, seriously, he should have been in bed at 8:00 like I would have been at that age. OH, THE INJUSTICE. I swear my parents are going to end up paying for his college education. They're all, "Nooooo! Never!" but I
know. Meanwhile, I don't even get the little that was promised me and factored into my choosing the college I did. Oh well. Most parents become more lax as they raise more children. I will try extra hard not be that way, though. As an oldest child, I acutely hate it and will pay much more attention to it and check myself more than the majority of the population as a result. Hahaha.