Playing behind my playhouse, I concocted all sorts of amazing dishes using only the finest ingredients of mud, grass and rocks. When you are six years old, you make do with what you have.
No one would try my dishes. Except my brother. He was two years old, innocent, completely trusting and the perfect
"Hey Caleb," I said. "Wanna try my chocolate milk?"
He didn't even hesitate. He gulped that entire cup of chocolatey mud-mixture down so fast, he left only the rocks at the bottom of the cup.
I remember staring in disbelief. Not only did he NOT NOTICE IT WAS MUD, he really thought it was chocolate milk. I may have been six, but I understood the value of a secret. I never told him...until later.
Well, that mud-drinkin' brother of mine has all grown up. Its incredible. And, today, he is getting married. I can't believe it. Thankfully, I don't think he will be serving any chocolate-on-the-rocks.
Congratulations, Caleb and Hannah!