Connie and I were teenagers when he was born. Jamie was almost 7. I used to get both he and Jamie ocassionally for the weekend after I was married to Paul. He was always hunting on weekends so this gave mom and dad a break but more so it kept me from being alone. I don't recall them staying both Friday night and Saturday night, although I probably wanted them to. I remember several times Jason realizing it was dark and telling me he wanted his mama and daddy. Jamie and I would have to think of something to keep his mind off going home.
He was our baby and I think each of us did everything we could to protect him. Jamie didn't see it that way for long. He was just mean. Taking Jason's "Rick Roy" and hanging it, picking at him about his teeth (before the braces) and I'm sure there were other things.
As they have gotten older, things have changed. They are now not just brothers but also friends.
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