Nephews

I have the greatest nephews. I just love them to pieces. One is five years old, the other is two. It amazes me how different they can be though. When Brantley, the five-year-old, was little, I went off during dinner. It was a loud one, and he was only about a year old. He jumped and looked at me for a second before beginning to wail, terrified by the noise. Rowdy, who is currently a little over two, had the exact opposite reaction. He turned to look at me, got a big grin on his face and gave a squealing laugh. Almost like he was imitating it. Maybe it's because he lives with an older brother, but he sure handles loud noises a lot better.