Proof That My Little Bros Are Cuter Than Yours

So, in case you were unaware, I am the oldest of six kids. The two youngest ones, Caden and Connor, are five and four, respectively. Brock and I are currently babysitting all my siblings (minus Caleb, who's on a mission in NYC) while my parents celebrate their 20-some-odd anniversary in Aspen (cue the "bow chicka wow wow").

This morning, Brock took our lovely little dog Mojo out for a run on the beautiful Cathy Fromme Prairie trail. He came back and was idyllicly perusing the newspaper, dog in lap, on our deck that overlooks the prairie. Life couldn't have gotten much better...except Brock was in for a rude awakening.

[Connor walks on to the deck.]

"Hey Brooock, whacha doin?"
"I'm reading the paper."
"Why?"
"Because I like to know what going on in the world."
"Oh. But none of it's true."
Brock cocks an eyebrow. "What?"
"The newspaper. It's just all lies."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Um...on a TV show. Called...things that aren't true."
"Ooooh I see."

[enter Caden]

"Yeah Brock," he adds. "It's all just old stuff."
"It's stuff that happened a long time ago," says Connor. "Like, to the pioneers."
Caden nods in solemn agreement. "It doesn't even talk about Jesus."