Cousins

These kids have badass cousins. No gettin' around it. Our buddy John in Long Island and young Lady Caroline (pictured). They were here for an afternoon of havoc and fun with Mom-Mom and Auntie Maria and stopped long enough to let the paparazzi snap a few. (Ed. note: What is it about these photo strips that I love? Is it that we get 3 or 4 quick, imperfect moments? Yeah - that's probably it. No more questioning needed.) So back to cousins. These kids can't get enough of each other. If Caroline and John lived on our street, they'd all play together for 10 hours straight, crash, and start all over again. I say we start a gang. Or a tribe. Get them a cool name and some jackets. A secret language and theme song.

When you're a Brett, you're a Brett...

Ok. That's enough.