I'm Not First

What I learned today was that I'm not the first. Seems like there was another who came before me, and he still is. I learned that his name is Wyatt, and he is about 33 months older than me. And I've also come to realize that he loves me very much and he can't stop kissing me and talking loudly into my tiny sensitive ears. Everyone's chiding him to keep quiet, to stop making baby talk to me, but what they don't realize is that we already have a bond, you see, and we get each other clearly. We have an understanding. And he'll show me the way.

Right on, big bro. I'm taking mental notes.