When my brother turned six, he wanted to have a birthday party at the mini-golf arcade place near our house. He sent out these invitations that had The Transformers on them, and he passed them out at school.

Only about 5 kids showed up, 3 of them were his best friends from down the street. Only 2 kids from school. I felt bad for him. How embarrassing, to have no one show up for your party.

When I looked around for him, he was playing Centipede, grinning his face off. "When can we have pizza?" he yelled.

I love my brother.