This is my brother Tommy. He's still a baby, but only a little bit. He gets bigger all the time and he's finally old enough to be interesting.
Tommy smiles a lot and says "Da da duh!" He laughs and waves his arms like he's a bird. He really laughs when I "rahr him". He follows me EVERYWHERE! He likes to walk and stand really still while he drinks his juice bottle.
Mommy says we are mean to each other--whatever that means.
I guess she's talking about how I like to knock Tommy down when he tries to walk or play with my toys. She might even be talking about how Tommy likes to pull and suck on my hair when I'm getting my diaper changed.
Silly Mommy! These things are FUN, not MEAN.
Tommy and me, we're friends. Best Friends. I know Ducky used to be my Best Friend, but who needs a Ducky when you've got a Tommy? He's WAY better than Ducky!
I do NOT approve of this. When I go to Grandma and Grandpa's house, I expect them to be there--that's the way it ought to be! 
