When we were kids my little brother invented a game that he and I played for a long time. Whenever he came across something that felt gross or strange to the touch he'd hide it in his hands or behind his back and say, "Hey Heather, are you brave?" and then it was my turn to close my eyes and hold out my hand to feel it.
I'm hanging out with that little brother today, in his apartment, watching his t.v. Strange how one day we're playing made-up games and the next we're all grown up. I'm feeling pretty blessed that I get to be his sister.