Da Creepa!

I am typing this as my creepy younger brother sits next to me and watches my every move. Like a crocodile stalking a frog. Like a cougar stalking a deer. Like a shark stalking a drowning fisherman. Like a Sidley stalking an ice-cream cone.

Now he's murmuring to himself. Like a crazy old man at Target trying to decide what rash medication to buy. Like a little girl trying to pick one piece of candy out of the entire display. Like a bear snarling and mutilating a fish.

Moo! Moo, I say, moo!
Poor fishy...

Obviously, he's watching very, very closely. Because he asked me why bears go moo. Dear sweet golly help us; we definitely know who's going to be running the family once we all grow up.