Yesterday I saw a gorgeous blonde girl get out of her car at Starbucks. Out loud, forgetting I had my brother in the car, I stated, "I want to be her. I want to be just like that." "No," my little brother said, "She's a look a like. You stand out. You're different. I think what other boys think. If I wasn't your brother I would date you. You are so pretty." He's only eleven.