After reading that comic book from cover to cover, I threw on some of my mother’s lime-colored sweats, plopped a ratty yellow Halloween wig on my head, and hid behind a door with a bucket of water. And when my brother got home from school, I dumped the contents of that bucket on his head and yelled “Hey, kids!” just like Binky from the comic strip. It didn’t matter that my mother screamed at me because I got the floor all wet. Because guess what? My brother laughed. And that first laugh, his huge guffaw, the open yodel of his delight, has lived on inside me ever since.
