Since I posted an embarrassing photo of my sister last time, I thought it only fair that I post an embarrassing photo of the rest of us and even the score. (Naturally, this is all well before Samuel and Peter's time, and they're still to young for embarrassing photos.)
That's me on the bottom, the one in the loud shirt (what was I thinking?). I believe I must have been about 11. And there's Kristin, beside me, the one with the tongue. And above us is Neal, always in the middle, always the goof. And triumphantly, at the top, is Seth. He was the pesky yet good-natured little brother, generally left out of "big kid stuff". I think his triumph is not only in being on top, but in being on top of us.
And then comes the inevitable:
We all fall down. And just like that-- the silly, fun mood was lost, and I think someone punched someone else and someone started to cry.
Ah, good times.