Every time my mother and I are out somebody always sings Hello Mrs. Robinson at the top of their lungs. At school kids ask me if my mom and Paul Mc Cartney the lead singer of the Beatles had a faded romance. If so is the song dedicated to her? My father is not the lead singer of the Beatles or any member of the band. He is just an average guy with a wife and four kids. I have three younger brothers Chris, David, and Will. Chris the oldest of the three little pigs favorite movie when he was younger was the Wizard of Oz. According to my mom he would run around the yard singing "If I only had a brain." Concerned neighbors came by and asked my parents if he was "a child with special needs." David the second oldest is finally old enough to shave the hair on his chinny chin chin. Claiming he is "now a man." The youngest Will is a robot child. He walks around in a yellow construction helmet, and an orange safety vest with reflectors twenty four seven. Reciting safety rules that officer Dan spoke of in his first grade class. To me, he looks like another member of the Village People. "Danger Will Robinson, Danger!" I say. "Where?" Will looks around caution tape at the ready.
