A loving story about Kohji
Buttocks (as my second brother is affectionately called), has been really helpful this past week. He usually rots in his room with his anime and games, secretly loving his Hirano Aya DVDs while thwarting all my attempts to clean his room.
But lately, he has been willingly appearing in the kitchen whenever I start preparing meals. He chops onions or stirs my pots without me asking for any assistance (my own personal Mr. Moon) and he generally hovers nearby, subtly keeping me company while I clean the house - like my cats.
Today, as usual, I came home with light snacks for him. As we had tea together, he told me he woke up one Tuesday morning at 6 AM (!!) to make breakfast for my dad. He fried a couple of sausages, an egg sunny side up and toasted two pieces of bread.
I know this doesn`t sound impressive but it`s hilarious because he and my dad have been fending for themselves without any womenfolk in the house for a week. And he only made breakfast for my dad that one time.
Oh Buttocks, you would make a good wife on Tuesdays.
But lately, he has been willingly appearing in the kitchen whenever I start preparing meals. He chops onions or stirs my pots without me asking for any assistance (my own personal Mr. Moon) and he generally hovers nearby, subtly keeping me company while I clean the house - like my cats.
Today, as usual, I came home with light snacks for him. As we had tea together, he told me he woke up one Tuesday morning at 6 AM (!!) to make breakfast for my dad. He fried a couple of sausages, an egg sunny side up and toasted two pieces of bread.
I know this doesn`t sound impressive but it`s hilarious because he and my dad have been fending for themselves without any womenfolk in the house for a week. And he only made breakfast for my dad that one time.
Oh Buttocks, you would make a good wife on Tuesdays.