From left to right is my cousin Martina, my brother Paul, my cousin Andrew, and me. (I forget the name of the small stuffed beaver I’m so happily holding and trying to protect from the prying hands of Andrew, but I know the big chicken behind it was christened ‘The Laying Hen’ – no lie). I figured this was a good photo to put up for my birthday (racier fare to come later, as we can’t remain children forever, but for now, this will do) – to remind everyone I wasn’t always a grown-ass man.
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