My brother is strange.
How strange? You ask.
Strange enough to sit on a broken chair.
And try desperately to keep his balance.
Only to fail miserably.
Oh, did I mention that he rides a tricycle?
He even takes passengers.
For some reason, my kids adore him.
Apparently, he’s like, cool or something.
(BTW, he makes this face every time I try to get a good photo of him. Told ya he was strange!)