Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26241695-20150602011240

My little brother is only three years old, and sometimes he mixes up his words. He has a bit of a learning problem, and vocabulary was just never an easy thing for him to grasp. He'll ask for a juice, and really want some milk. Or he'll say he wants his blue shirt, but really want his green. It can be quite confusing, but we've been trying to help him learn.

My parents went out, as they do every Friday. Just out to some Italian place, nothing special. They gave me ten dollars to watch my brother, and hurried off in the blue Sedan. It was uneventful; it usually is. Despite his vocabulary issues, he's an easy kid to babysit. We worked on some basic word flashcards-to no avail-, watched a programme about whales, and had cold leftover pizza for dinner. He was in bed by 7:00 exactly, and I turned in at about 8:30.

I was woken up at 11:00 on the dot, as my brother threw open my bedroom door and hopped on my bed. His eyes, already rather large and round, where open wide with some unexplainable three-year-old emotion. Before I could even fully wake up, he was directly in my face. "Mommy and daddy are home." He announced in a low whisper. "Their necks are gone. Their necks, Hannah!" I sat up, tumbling him to the edge of the bed. My parents were both rather large people, and yeah, you couldn't really see their necks. He was bound to notice it at some point, and make some innocently rude comment about it. No real harm done. I slapped his wrist, picked him up, and carried him to his room, setting him on his fresh, just-bought-last-week "big boy bed". "Travis," I said, pausing to yawn, "that's very, very rude. You can't say that about people; not even mommy and daddy. Now, go to sleep." I looked at him for another minute, as he stared me down with those enormous blue eyes. It was rather eerie, but I said goodnight and went back to my own room.

I looked out of my window. They were indeed home; the pulled-in car resting in the driveway and the flicked-on porch light signified that well enough that I saw no need to go investigate. It was just odd to me that they'd be just getting home so late. That must've been what woke Travis, anyway. He was a light sleeper. I smiled, deciding they probably just grabbed a few drinks, or maybe dessert. I'd be sure to ask in the morning.

It's now 11:49 and It just dawned on me that two of the words my brother mixes up most often are "neck" and "head". . 