Smitty City

At dinner last night, my smarty pants little brother looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Bu, I hate you." I was shocked to say the least. So I did what any brother would do...I told on him. Solomon received "the look" from my mother, so he determined in his little brain that he needed to repair our broken relationship. He decided to do so with a hug and these words, "Bu, I'm sorry that I hate you."