I had the great fortune of growing up with a mischievous little brother. He was always getting himself into trouble. I don’t think our mom appreciated it much at the time, but his shenanigans make for great stories now that we’re adults. You know, things like the time he set off a fire extinguisher in our little car, or the time he decided our dog Brownie wasn’t brown enough so he painted him. Head to toe with brown house paint. For real.
We live far apart now, but I’m always grateful for a brother who was full of fun and a little bit of spice.
My brother and his family.