When my little brother was just about a year old I remember watching my dad playing with him one night. I must have been 8 or 9. My dad was sitting on the floor in the living room with his back against the couch. He was lifting Mikey up over his head and laughing while he made some kind of sound I can hardly immitate, much less type out.

It was kind of like, “Gablaagh!”

Mikey was fucking loving it. He was laughing hysterically. And this made my dad laugh harder, and lift him higher. Then, right at their peak, when he was directly over my dad’s laughing mouth, Mikey spit up. He spit up a lot- more than I had ever seen him spit up before. It went all over my dad’s face, his hair, in his mouth, everywhere.

This story has no point, no lesson, no moral. But it was hilarious. And it makes me miss my Dad and my little brother a little bit.