When we were younger, our bed times were determined by our age. Eric the oldest got to stay up Late, where as I was allowed to stay up till about 9, and Corey the youngest had to be in bed by 8-8:30. This drove Corey mad, because he felt that we should have been treated the same, since just being 2 years apart we did just about everything the same. So at night, while I finished up homework, or enjoyed Americas Funniest Home Videos, Corey would be in his bedroom huffing and puffing or sneaking out of bed to peek at the television. On one particular night, I sat at the kitchen table finishing up homework, Eric had stepped into the kitchen for a snack and Corey was in "bed." Eric stopped and said to me, "you hear that?" He had a funny look on his face. And sure enough there was a constant squeaking coming from Corey's room. It was that sound, the sound of someone doing funny business on their mattress. Eric hurriedly waved me on down the hall to Corey's room where he flicked on the light. Corey was lying on his back, throwing his shoulders into the mattress and flopping around. It certainly didn't sound like he was just bouncing around on his bed. But sure enough, he stopped, smiled that awkward grin and asked, "what?" Eric just turned off the light and we busted out laughing. Just a little story of my brother on his birthday, Happy Birthday Corey.
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