my little brother is quite hilarious but also terrible at the same time. he makes me laugh then he steals my toys. he chases me but then bites my arm [yes, you read that right. he BIT me. and i hid in the bathroom and cried]. he is great but not as great as me, so don't forget that. in another attempt to steal my spotlight, he has started to talk. and baby sign. but i'll show him - i can talk more and better. and more often. here he is saying uh-oh. and then quacking- like a duck. an inferior duck.
i don't see why it's so endearing that he can flip through a book. really, anyone can flip.