How do you like it?

I get to go home for Thanksgiving, which means food and sleep and…brothers.

I have four of them, and whenever I tell people this, the first question they ask is

How do you like it?

I guess it’s pretty alright.

Actually, it’s a really hard question to answer because it’s all I’ve ever known. But, even though I did cry when my youngest brother was born (9 year old Alex convinced herself she would finally get a sister), it’s the greatest.

I mean, there’s always pee on the toilet seat. Always.

And dirty socks and boxers are now just a natural part of the home’s décor.

But I think none of that really matters when you get postcards in the mail like this one:

Aw man!

 Or get to take road trips like this:

Or get to eat deep fried candy bars at the State Fair like this:

Or get to have Halloweens like this:

Or get to read books like this: