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A look of confusion appeared on Caleb's face as he opened the closet door and saw that his blue coat was missing.
'That's strange,' he thought to himself, scratching the back of his head some.
He was quite certain that he saw it hanging up this morning.
'Where could it have gone?' he wondered.
Coats typically don't vanish from closets into thin air.
Suddenly, Caleb felt an unexpected tug on his shirt.
As he gazed downward, his brown eyes immediately began to soften at the wholesome sight he witnessed.
"Caleb, Caleb!" Philip brightly beamed, wearing his brother's coat, as he started to flap his arms up and down in an excited manner.
It was quite evident that the coat was far too large for Philip's little body, which caused Caleb to let out a lighthearted chuckle.
Looks like he found his culprit.
He should have known.
"You sure do love wearing my coat, don’t you?" Caleb asked, sighing a playful sigh.
Philip quickly nods his head. "Mm-mmm!" he happily replies, his big smile still on his face.
He loved looking like his big brother.
He was his hero.
"Well," Caleb gently began, lowering a hand down to ruffle Philip's soft brown hair. "Maybe someday it’ll be yours."
A huge gasp erupts from Philip, an enthused twinkle shining in his hues.
His blue eyes were so big and full of hope. "Really?" He asked, blinking innocently.
Caleb gave his brother his most fondest smile. "... Nope!" He happily said, the single answer spilling out with such ease.
"No?" Philip quietly repeated, his eyes shining less as a sad frown appeared on his lips.
"No," Caleb answers firmly before flashing his brother a determined grin. "I know so!" the oldest said, his eyes sparkling.
"Oh!" Philip's previous smile soon returned.
He knew that.
"I can see it now," Caleb began, speaking in an adventurous tone. "You’ll look like the finest, coolest, most bravest gentleman to ever live wearing my coat!"
'The finest, coolest, most bravest gentleman to ever live?' Philip repeats to himself in his head.
He giggles.
He couldn't wait to grow up.