My baby brother is a big guy. He’s 6 foot 5. A sturdy 6 foot 5. He’s a walking giant. And kids love him, especially my kids.
Recently my brother taught them everything is more fun with their hands up. This includes the new nightly ritual when we leave. The boys are buckled up. Tornado E shouts, “Uncle M! We’re ready for some fun!” Tornado E and Tornado S throw their hands in the air. My brother grabs a hold of the luggage rack and rocks the hell out of my SUV.
And now Tornado E insists that we wait for Mommy to be in the car, so that I too can enjoy the fun. I just hope the shocks will last.