Punk and Birdie.
I grew up sandwiched between these two loonies. I shared a room with Punk for most of my childhood and had a band with Birdie called Blueberry and Lemony Lime. We were a one hit wonder. I assure you that this takes "middle child syndrome" to a whole new level.
This is Brother Bill, my Aunt Lisa's husband. My Aunt Lisa and mom are every bit as close as Punk and I are, this means that as a child I spent a great deal of time visiting this man's home. It was inevitable that his eccentricities would rub off on all of us kids. I was not exempt.
We take food made of sugar very seriously in our family.
Don't I look so normal? Even Baby Birdie looks mellow compared to the rest of those nut jobs. Sweet, sweet Baby Birdie, by the time this family is done with you you'll be completely certifiable. Most likely from all the dutch ovens your dad will subject you to, but still I apologize ahead of time for the role I'll play in your demise.