I'm Pretty Sure Andrew is just a Child with Werner Syndrome.

You know, like the kid/Robin Williams in the movie Jack, who grows up 4 times faster biologically than he does chronologically.


Imagine the giant kid in the middle, but wearing all camo.
That's basically Andrew.

Not that I'm wishing a most likely devastating disease on him or anything. Cause then I'd be a major bitch.

Sidenote: I may be a regular bitch, but I don't consider myself to be a major one. That title is reserved for people who go through the Express Checkout Lane with over 20 items in their cart, people who don't like puppies and those who say they love your outfit but then say to someone else that its ugly. If it was so hideous, you should have told me to put it through a shreder to my face. (Please comment below to suggest other defining features of a major bitch.)

Plus a purple one.

Now, the reason why I think Andrew is secretly a child in disguise: it was 11pm and Andrew came into the living room with three freezies. Nevermind that tonight was Canadian Thanksgiving and he had a ridiculous amount of food to eat, it was freezie time!

Then 15 minutes later, I find him sitting on the couch with a package of Teddy Grahams, playing the "Can you Spot the Differences?" game on the back of the box while sharing his snack with Lucy. He was quite proud that he spotted all six differences until I told him that the game was made for a 7 year old.

I was surprised he didn't have a juice box as well, but it turns out he drank the last one this morning.