Bruce is home. Big brother Bruce. He's even better than "Price is Right." Just when summer couldn't get more long and boring, here is the place the sun rises from - Bruce. And he's in our house.
The kids follow him from room to room. He's like the hippo and they're the little birds that flock onto his back. I'm trying to say "give him more room!" but they can't see, they're blinded by love. Bruce throws them in the pool. Bruce skateboards, goes on hikes, drinks root beer floats, plays the Gameboy with them. Everything they like to do, he likes to do. All I can think is, please don't leave. Their hearts will break into little pieces.
So far, Bruce stays.
