Uncle Dom the Bomb

My "little" brother Dominic receives celebrity status when he walks through our front door.  We have always been "one."  We have our traditions.  Every baby I have, he visits me at the hospital bringing me my favorite food and drink.  Last time, he stayed for several hours while we figure life out together.  Once when he was a little dude, he sent me $100.00 for my birthday.  He was probably only 9 or 10 years old so that had to be all your dollars. 
Yep, he might look like a beef cake, but his baby skills are spectacular. He babysat all the kids by himself, scrubbed my kitchen floor and counters, and put a shine on my sink better than when it was new.  Dom, you know I love you.

The greeters.  He is ambushed upon arrival.  I usually have to go out to bring him in as they corner him. 

Even Truman loves him.  That is saying a lot.