A Disappointing Realization It's been staring me in the face all these years, but this weekend I finally had to admit that my younger brothers _aren't_ that much smarter than your average yahoo. I have two younger brothers. The older one and I don't like sports at all. The younger one wanted to watch the final four games. I didn't like it much but I was willing to let it go since it was a special game and not really worth arguing over anyway. The older of my younger brothers was not. The two of them scuffled over the remote for moment, then abandoned all pretense and started shoving each other around. I yelled suggestions that they stop acting like idiots as I attempted to save my Chinese food. They exchanged a round of punches and my father emerged from his room asking why the house was shaking. It was at this point that I observed the youngest picking up his tooth. I spent the night in the emergency room and then with an oral surgeon, his assistant and her husband who were all apparently roused from their sleep to put my little brother's tooth back in and straighten the ones that were bent out of place. He'll need at least one root canal for the one that was knocked out and probably two more for the ones that were pushed out of place. A bit of wire glued to his teeth keeps them in place while he hopefully heals and, naturally, he is forbidden from actually using the teeth in question for an unspecified length of time. Throughout my life my family's claim to fame was having some of the smartest children in the neighborhood. How did we deceive so many people for so long?