I Luv my brother!

Last evening, I was at the bachelor party of the tyke in the cardboard go-cart with diaper paint job. The throng gathered for the occasion was recalling first memories of Adam (pictured below, in vehicle, circa 1982).



















Since the groom-to-be is my brother, I was able to reach back a little further than his college friends to recollect a first memory. For some inexplicable reason, the earliest salient memory that popped into my mind was of pushing him around in a Luvs box. I hadn’t thought about it in years—maybe decades—and thought the memory was mine alone. It turns out the whole scene was captured on film.

I got the diaper brand right and everything!