In honor of my older brother, Guns, 44th birthday my mom posted a couple of pictures of him on Facebook as a little boy.
Here is one of them.
O.K. I am officially done talking about my brother's birthday. (What? That brother doesn't read my blog. He is too busy shooting stuff.)
Now I would like to discuss this picture.
First. I always thought that Donald Duck ride-on toy belonged to Brother With No Nickname who is two years younger than me. Obviously at some point in my early childhood Donald was stolen from me and no one stepped in to correct this injustice. All my life I have felt something was missing...............
Second. I look like I am wearing a coat made of my brother's Shetland pony who used to bite. Which is definitely bad fashion and furthermore I would be willing to bet I was allergic to the creature as well.
Next. I didn't notice it upon first glance, but my brother, Guns, is carrying a WEAPON very close to my head. Now I realize this was the good ol' days back in the 70's when car seats didn't exist and no one wore a bike helmet. Nobody cared back then how much McDonald's a kid ate, but doesn't toting a shotgun near your baby sister's head seem a little foolhardy...even for Texas.
Hey! IS that a beer I see in his little red wagon?
It is a wonder I survived my toddlerhood!! My kids aren't even allowed to carry a pocket knife.
PS. Wasn't "Guns" the perfect nickname for my big brother. And.......my little brother would like from now on to be referred to as Uncle Bachelor. What do you think?