Yes, Zach, I am talking to you.

You are so silly and fun and wonderful that I had to give you a post of your own. My brother Zach...What can I say?

To tell you the truth, you brightened my day drastically. Seventeen comments? Really, Zach? Don't you have some chores or something that you're ducking out of right now?

You have always brought me joy. From the time when Mom said, "Are you my baby?" and you said, "No, I Mikky's Boogey," to yesterday when I read your comment about your friend who is now seeking God again.

I vividly recall the day when you were two years old, and I was babysitting. I was in the process of recording all of Mom and Dad's records onto cassette tape (because I just knew those records would be outdated some day), and you took my very favoritest of the favorite records and began chewing on it. Worried that your teeth would scratch the precious black vinyl, I shouted, "Boogey, NO!" You yanked the record out of your mouth and looked at me with purpose in your eyes. Then you SLAMMED the record down onto the corner of the coffee table where it shattered into several pieces.

That was the day you introduced pain into my heart.

I still hate on you every Christmas season when I break out all of my old Christmas music, because that was the one record that had "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" with all the funny sound-effects, and it was the one record that I had not yet transferred to cassette tape.

So.

All that great stuff I said about you in the earlier paragraphs? You can just forget it! I'm not really that fond of you after all.

You... Music-Destroyer, you!

But I still love you, and you will ALWAYS be MY Boogey. Which, after watching Lord of the Rings, might worry you slightly, but at least I didn't call you Precious!