The tomgirl in the left corner is me with two of my five brothers. Trouble started when my girlfriends started to find them attractive. I just saw them as rough-housing tricksters that loved farts, and dirty jokes.
A very special Christmas memory - an orphan, stockings, and joy. This story came from my son involuntarily forcing me into remembering the past and sharing. Thanks for being a teen and challenging me on a near daily basis my boy!