Happy 18th 'Chuggers'!

It is incredibly strange to think that you, my baby brother, have turned 18 years old today. I can't quite get my head around it...

Aww look at you in your little glittery 'Ibiza' t-shirt....

I remember this one time when you were about four years old and you went to play outside in the garden whilst mum and I were sat in the house reading a story or what not. After a few minutes we realised you were being unusually quiet, when mum went to investigate it turned out you had painted all the back windows with mud... apparently you were giving them a wash! Likely story...

Another time, I was playing in my room and suddenly realised my tiny tears doll (aka little timmy) was missing... Do you know where I found it? In the bathroom sink, full of water and missing half its hair! It turned out you and a friend you had over fancied playing a game of hairdressers... You gave poor timmy half a skin head! 

Like all kids we had our fair share of fights, some of them ending up with headlocks, food thrown up the wall and DVDs scratched into oblivion...

The fight that really stands out the most though was the time that we had that massive fight at a summer fete over a toy or something, and one of us, I can't remember which one, grabbed a sack of videos we had just brought, swung it round trying to hit the other but instead accidently whacked mum in the face with it! After that I'm pretty sure we were both lost for words...

I dunno how you did it but as a kid your ability to get messy was legendary, you were one of those kids who could end up covered in food just from eating a slice of toast - your talents were extraordinary. 

Mum has always said that as a kid you would come out of school looking like you'd tipped your lunch tray over your head and straight down your front whilst the rest of your friends were as pristine as when they arrived at school in the morning... 

However, despite your 'mucky streak', shall we call it, as a kid you were always the kindest kid in the world... If we'd fight you'd always be the first to apologize or if I was ill you'd find a way to make me feel that little bit better...

There was this one time when I was ill, I can't actually remember what was wrong with me, probably just a cold or something, anyway you came up to me and gave me a little bell so that if I needed anything I could ring it and you could get it for me... How cute is that? 

I don't know if you remember but growing up you spent a lot of time in the company of girls, especially as all Mum and Dads friends had girls... pretty much until you started pre-school you spent all your time in female company and what fun it was...

I don't know if you remember but when you were three or four, me, Lucy and Sarah decided it would be fun to dress you up in girls clothes, and do your hair in little bunches... you ended up wearing a floor length nighty with your hair in little pigtails all over your head - it's safe to say that Dad was not impressed!

Another time we dressed you up in a little swimming costume with pink bows down the back... 

But jokes and cross-dressing aside, Happy Birthday you adult you!