On the way home, I was listening to my mp3 player. The song Laurel & Hardy came on, which is a song by Martha Wainwright about her little brother and fellow musical genius, Rufus. It's loving and touching and sickeningly sweet. It made me feel warm and fuzzy and nostalgic, so I turned to look at my brother Erik.
He was meticulously working on something in his notebook. I looked closer.
He was, slowly and with great concentration, writing "POOP" in the middle on an empty page.