Happy birthday little brother.
I say little meaning I am older than he is not that I am taller than him.
This is Brett opening presents in 1973.
The first thing I notice is the Mego Tarzan in the box on the floor.
I also see a paint set and another box I can't make out to the left.
Brett is wearing some cool moccasins too.
I am guessing Brett is messing with a gun holster.
Brett is never more than a chest hair away from some sort of weapon.
I also noticed a left over Halloween decoration on the floor.
This next Christmas is four years later, 1977.
I'm not sure what is in the box but I can just hear Brett's thoughts now.
"Oh! I hope it's a sweater! No. A sweater vest! Yeah that would be cool."
"No it's the box is to heavy. Oh boy! Oh boy!"
At this point Brett says out loud.
"I hope it is something to do with the second amendment!"
I say, while digging through my stocking looking for something Batman.
"What in the world are you talking about?"
Brett replies. "You know the second amendment? The right to bear arms."
Which after hearing this I look at him and this is what see in my mind.