Looking Down On Babies

I'm sure everyone have faced times when their families doubt whatever they do.
My family is not that different.

Kitten (nickname).

My brother.

My BABY brother.

(Although he'll be 10 this year)

He likes to participate in activities. Which is fine.
But I'd doubt he'd win.

Yeah, maybe I look down on him.
Maybe it's because he seems a little wimpy at home.
Or maybe because I still think of him as a baby brother.

Few years back, he entered a colouring contest.
Sheep (my sister) and I looked at his artwork and laughed.
It wasn't ugly... But I guess it just looked funny to us.

When they announced the prize winners, Kitten eagerly stood near the stage, hoping for his name to be called.

Sheep and I just laughed.
While my mom went to Kitten and told him,

"You didn't win, dear. Now, move aside. Don't block the way for the winners."

"And the third place winner is... Kitten!!"

Yes, right at that moment, Kitten's name was announced.

Sheep froze. I froze. Mom froze.
Then she quickly cheered for him to go on stage, while we chased him with a camera, laughing at the sheer randomness of it all.

The person we doubt, proved us wrong.

You'd think that we learned our lesson after that, right?

Well, wait for the next post.

A similar episode, but with another random twist.