My mother sent me this email about my youngest brother (I have four of them!):
Once upon a time, Hank went to a banquet, where they had cake with purple icing. The people at the banquet were wrestlers. One wrestler, a 215-pound senior, worked on Hank’s face with the icing. When it came time to go, I asked Hank if he wanted to wash up. “I don’t have to,” he said. “The dog will take care of it.” And they all lived happily ever after.
love, mom
