Sonny was seething. “Ace is saying yes like a parrot! And he keeps saying it! Just to annoy me!”
“Yes. Yesss. YES!”
“Yeesss,” squawked Ace, encouraged. “Yeess!”
Cognizant of the need for a tactical change, Sonny dipped into his own arsenal.
“Yawn,” he said. “Yawn!”
Ace, who hates the word yawn because it makes him yawn, erupted in fury. Explosive, yawning fury. But he did stop saying yes like a parrot.
Brotherhood: feelings of friendship, support, and understanding between people. (Merriam-Webster)
One wonders how many sets of brothers Noah Webster researched before penning his definition. Or what they were doing at the time. Evidently they weren’t kicking the back of someone’s seat in the carpool, driving hard bargains in a Halloween candy swap, or splitting hairs over whose Lego that is and whose job it therefore is to pick it up. It seems that any number of definitions would fit the bill.
Sonny: You know I don’t like it when you call me “dude”!
Ace: Well. You know I don’t like it when you say you don’t like it when I call you “dude.”
Brotherhood: the rapid exchange of accusations.
Sonny: Can I look at your new book?
Ace: Yes. But just for a minute. And don’t read the words; just look at the pictures. You’re not reading the words, are you? Don’t read them! Just look at the pictures!
Brotherhood: needless tantalization.
Sonny: Ace, when we are grown-ups, you can come to my house every week. We’ll watch the ball game and have chips and cheese.
Ace: I will be there.
Brotherhood: shared dreams.
Ace: Sonny, in real life you will always be my sidekick, but in the movie I’m making you won’t show up until Episode 3.
Brotherhood: simultaneous injections of confidence and humility.
Ace, for 36 of the 40 minutes of the soccer game, very loudly. (Very.): “Go, Orange Dragons! Go, Orange Dragons! Go, Orange Dragons! Why isn’t anyone else cheering? Go, Orange Dragons!”
Brotherhood: unbridled fandom.
Sonny: Ace, probably the reason he keeps pushing you is that he is frustrated that he doesn’t speak English yet . . . but he still shouldn’t push.
Brotherhood: wisdom and comfort.
Ace: My friends thought Sonny had been lying when he told us it was raining, but I told them he wasn’t.
Brotherhood: fierce loyalty.
Sonny: I miss Grandpa.
Ace: So do I.
Brotherhood: shared grief.
Ace: My favorite part of staying at the cottage was building stuff on the beach.
Sonny: Mine too! And swimming!
Brotherhood: shared memories.
Sonny: Three cheers for that pumpkin!
Sonny and Ace, in unison and laughter: Hip!
Brotherhood: shared humor.
Ace: Do you like pepperoni or sausage better?
Sonny: Actually, Ace, pepperoni is a type of sausage.
Sonny: Ace, do you want half of my treat? I think you would like it.
Brotherhood: generosity (albeit sporadic).
Sonny: The Green Bay Packers are the best team ever!
Ace: They are . . . after the Lions.
Brotherhood: smack talk.
Sonny: Let’s leave this where Mom will find it.
Ace: Yes! It will give her the heebie-jeebies!
Brotherhood: the homing in on a common target.
How does one distill brotherhood into one succinct definition? Is there even a workable definition or, like the Indian tale of the six blind men describing an elephant, does it depend on an isolated perception? Like humanity itself, it’s hard to sum up.
Brotherhood: a looming, extraordinary giant fashioned seamlessly from incongruent parts.
Brotherhood—loyalty, parrots, dreams, and all—it’s worth having. Keep it up, my sons.