 Me and my brother.In this entry, I mentioned that I was going to use the month of July to put up some pictures of me at various times in my life. As you may realize now, I don't ever actually follow through with my stated plans. But rather than be a complete liar, I will just be a partial liar by using the second to last day in the month to put up another picture.
And there it is. The caption on the back read simply Dec - 25- 65 . So I am 2 1/2 years old up there. And that would make my brother almost 6. We look pretty happy there. The picture almost looks posed, but I'm willing to bet that it is not. I think my dad just got lucky with the camera. Man, am I pudgy. Chubby in the cheeks, chubby in the belly. Even my fingers look a little rotund. And that top button looks a little strained as well. My brother, on the other hand, is Mr. Relaxed in his button-up shirt. The body types that you see here are the exact body types that we have today. My brother was always tall and rail-thin while I was just a little over average height, but always fighting the chunk around the middle.
But forget all that. Just look at that picture and admit how friggin' cute we were.
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