Joshua Casillas személy

“I don’t make bad choices,” Lou argued.
[…]
“What?” the five-year-old argued.
“You don’t make bad choices.” I laughed and reached back with my palm up; Josh smacked it. “I told you not to stick foil in the microwave like a dozen times and you still did it and broke it!”
Josh slapped his palm into mine again. “Ding-dong, remember that time you said you really had to poop and we told you to go use the bathroom—”
“Be quiet!” Lou shouted. I didn’t need to look to know his face was turning red.
“—but you didn’t, and you pooped in your underwear?” Josh continued, laughing his ass off.
“It was an accident!”

A year ago, back when we’d shared one bathroom, I’d accidentally walked in on Josh. He’d been buck naked and had yelled like I’d gone in there to kill him, screaming with two hands covering his privates, “Don’t look at my nuggets!”
As if I hadn’t seen his little pistachios a thousand times before.

Josh was too sleepy to notice that I was grumpy, and Loiue, well, who the hell knew what was going through that kid's head. The last time I asked him what he was thinking about, he'd said „buttholes”. Since then, I kept that question to myself.

„One day when you're way older, you're going to get a girlfriend and I'm going to want to kill the little b-i-t-c-h. I'm going to hate her guts. But you know what? I know at the end of the day, I'm still going to be your number one girl.”
„Why?” he asked.
„Because she will never know what it's like to have put a thermometer in your butt.”

„I have to put this stuff on you and wait ten minutes before you can shower. So get naked, you dirty monkeys.”
Louie groaned, „But I took a bath yesterday.”
While the other one – God help me – yelled, „You're a pervert!”

"We're family. There's nothing tighter than blood.' I paused, needing to make him laugh. „And vomit. There's no going back once you've been thrown up on.”