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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Measure (01/10/13)

TITLE: Little Brother Syndrome
By Laury Hubrich


Isaiah stacked piles of pillows on his bed then he lay down, his legs raised as high as he could get them. His little boy muscles bulged as his feet pushed up against the top of his big brothers’ bed.

“Izzy!” Jacob yelled.

Isaiah gave another big push and Jacob jumped down off his bunk. He grabbed hold of Izzy’s pajama top and shook him. “Leave. Me. Alone,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Jacob may have done more but he let go when the door to the boy’s room opened.

“What’s going on in here?”

“Ummm…hi Dad.”

“Jacob, your mom needs you in the kitchen.”

“Isaiah’s a little…”

“Now,” their dad interrupted.

Jacob left the room, but before he did, he turned around and stuck his tongue out.

“What’s going on, Isaiah?” Alan sat on the desk chair beside the bed.

“Dad, when am I ever going to be bigger than Jake? It’s not fair.” Isaiah pushed his legs up against the top bunk again.

Alan smiled. “You’ve got ‘Little Brother Syndrome.’” He felt Izzy’s forehead.

“Am I sick? Is that why I’m so mean to Jake?”

Alan laughed. “Jake’s mean to you too, right?”

“Oh yeah. Dad, why do I have to be the little brother?”

“It’s not all that bad. I’m a little brother too. Your Uncle Bob is older than me.”

Isaiah jumped up. “Oh man! I forgot. You’re way taller than him.”

“Things kind of even out in the end, Kiddo.”

“You mean I have to wait until I’m old before I can be as good as Jake?”

Alan put Isaiah on his lap. “You’re already just as good as Jacob.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cuz you have to. Jacob can spend the night with friends and he rides his bike alone. He can open the gate by himself too. Cuz he’s tall enough. I’m short. Shorty. Small fry.”

“That’s enough. No more name-calling.”

“But I am. I’m even too short to push the bed up without a bunch of pillows.”

“I wondered what was up with the all this. Can you take mine and your mom’s back to our room when we’re done talking, please?”


“Isaiah, there’s more to being good than being tall. You know that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when we learn about Jesus’ life, did we find out how tall He was?

Isaiah giggled.

“Do you see what I mean now?”

“That is kinda stupid. I guess you mean it’s more important to be a good person and do good things than how big I am?”

“Yes. But just being good isn't the only important thing. When you want to measure yourself, measure yourself up to Jesus – always ask yourself what you think Jesus would do. He’s a pretty good yardstick, you know?”

Isaiah stared at the ceiling.

“What are you looking at, Buddy?”

“Just thinking I’d have to use a kilostick instead, Dad.”

“You are a funny guy, you know that? That’s one thing you have that your brother doesn’t.”


“You have a sense of humor. One more thing, Buddy. Jesus used to be little too. He had to grow up just like you.”

“That’s true but He wasn't the youngest.”

“I know, but He had some big shoes to fill.”

“Okay, I get it.”

Alan hugged Isaiah and whispered in his ear. “Love you.”

Isaiah wiggled out of his dad’s arms. “Will you please not do that in public anymore? That would help lots.”

Alan grabbed hold of him again. “Hate to tell you but we’re not in public right now.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay. So…what did Mom want Jacob for anyway?”

“She didn't actually, but since I needed him out of the room so we could talk, I sent him to your mom to take my place.”

“Taste-testing again, huh?”

“Exactly. Between the two of us, your mom isn't the best baker in the world.”

“Maybe she needs to start measuring herself up to Buddy the Cake Baker. Better yet, maybe we need to stop measuring her up to Buddy.”

Alan messed up Isaiah’s hair. “Now you’re getting it. We only measure ourselves against God. You’re a pretty smart cookie. Lesson learned. Now it’s our turn to get down there and relieve Jacob. Who knows, her baking just might be good this time.”

Isaiah started off out the door.

“Did you forget something?” his dad picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

“Oh yeah.”

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Beth LaBuff 01/17/13
I think many of us can relate to either the older or younger (bigger or smaller) sibling aspect of this. :) I totally enjoyed their dialog and think "Izzy" is a great nickname. You've packed this with loads of fun. :)
Sarah Elisabeth 01/18/13
Aw, this is neat. You found a unique way to relay an ageless (and heightless) message. Good job, glad you jumped back into the challenge!
Barbara Lynn Culler01/18/13
Enjoyable and realistic dialog!
Allison Egley 01/18/13
Oh, I like this!

At first, I thought Isaiah was younger, and his words at the end didn't "fit." To me there was a bit of a disconnect on Isaiah's age at the beginning and the end. But then when I went back to read the beginning, I realized he could be older too. :) So it may have just been me.

This is cute. I like it!
Danielle King 01/19/13
I like the way you've told the tale mostly through dialogue and included the message about measuring ourselves against God's standards within it. Clever writing.
Lillian Rhoades 01/19/13
"as his feet pushed up against the top of his big brothers’ bed." Somehow, I had a hard time visualizing this. Was his bed upside down? :-)

Grand message and told well. At times the little boy spoke with wisdom beyond his years, but the father character was warm and credible.

Well done for being "rusty."
Noel Mitaxa 01/20/13
As the youngest (and now tallest) of five, I warmed to the echoes that this brought back. Strong and credible dialogue in the bonding you've depicted.
Lynda Lee Schab 01/20/13
I love the "measure" angle. Very creative! I agree about the dialogue seeming "off" sometimes. This paragraph threw me for a minute:

“I wondered what was up with the all this. Can you take mine and your mom’s back to our room when we’re done talking, please?”

There's a typo in the first sentence, but I suggest an action tag by dad, like picking up a pillow or at least gesturing to them. It took me a minute to get it.

But overall, a fun story on topic. :-)
Joe Moreland01/20/13
This is a very genuine piece. having raised four kids and having grown up the youngest of 6, I know just how realistic this story is. There's also something about being the youngest that translates to humor, too. My youngest definitely has a great sense of humor, and I was always the "class clown" myself. I think it's a compensation thing, we can't beat them up, but we can make them look silly. :)

You created a set of very realistic characters here. Excellent job.
Myrna Noyes01/20/13
Sweet, cute story with a great lesson learned by little "Izzy"! I like the fact that the Bible didn't tell us how tall Jesus was or how much He weighed, so we can't compare ourselves with Him physically. He wants us to be just like Him spiritually, though!
Margaret Kearley 01/21/13
Really great story, excellent dialogue and a strong message. A most enjoyable read.
Bea Edwards 01/21/13
Entertaining and enjoyable. Well developed believable dialogue.
Good job!
Susan Montaperto01/21/13
A very entertaining and realistic story. Thank you.
Susan Montaperto01/21/13
A very entertaining and realistic story. Thank you.
C D Swanson 01/22/13
An entertaining and delightful read. I loved the note of authenticity that was throughout the entire piece.
Nicely done.

God bless~
Dannie Hawley 01/22/13
A delightful read. Glad you've come back to the challenge!
Sheldon Bass 01/22/13
Well done. I liked the realistic type of banter between father and son. In a way,it is the same sort of teaching Jesus did,. making comparisons and analogies through stories (Parables).
Guess you're not so rusty after all.

Good job.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/24/13
Congratulations on ranking 10th in Masters and 15th overall!