7

When I got home, there was a car-shaped cake on the table, as well as many foods suitable for babies. As soon as I sat down, my mother couldn't wait to say, "This is the cake that mom and dad bought to welcome you home. Your brother doesn't have any." I sneered in my heart, thinking that my brother didn't have any because he was still young and couldn't eat cake. Moreover, she said that this cake was bought for me, but the pattern was still a car that symbolizes boys, wasn't it?

After the candles were lit, I was about to blow them out, but my mother quickly stopped me: "Your brother can't eat the cake, let him blow it, and the whole cake will be yours in a while." I sat there and watched her coax my little brother, who was over one year old, to blow out the candles. The little baby didn't know how to blow at all, and blew a lot of saliva on the cake, and finally excitedly waved his little fist and smashed the cake.

The mother quickly glanced at me, and when she found that I was not angry, she turned around and smiled and praised: "My son is so strong, baby is awesome!" I watched this scene quietly, and I was complaining in my heart: Isn't he really strong? He can't even walk steadily, but he can use a toy gun to blind the eyes of someone else's pet dog worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He is simply a strong man.