If my brother and I ordered personalized silhouettes representing our childhoods, they’d have to show him in his standard defensive fight position of laying on the ground and bunny-kicking the shit out of me, and me in my not-even-remotely defensive position of being tied to the banister for an hour by my own sweatshirt sleeves.

P.S. Is that Shiloh the Mermaid Girl? I know, I know… too soon.