Mom and I were the only two people inside the house on a warm summer afternoon in the year nineteen hundred and sixty five. Mom was in the living room on the sofa reading and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. I had just finished cleaning up the sink and was walking toward the back door to pick up the broom and something interesting caught my eye.
I yelled out, “Mom, are there such things as little green men from outer space?”
She answered back with a snap, “no”.
“Well, it a funny thing,” said I, “because there are two little green men walking up the side walk toward our back door. Come and see!”
A moment later mom was standing behind me at the back door. Our eyes beheld a most peculiar sight. Two little boys, one a head taller than the other were coming closer to the back door, covered thick from head to toe in an ugly shade of green paint.
Mom turned toward me, with a look of anguished surprise and said, “Those are not little green men, those two are your brothers.”
When they arrived at the door mom grabbed the both by the back of their necks and headed them into the bathroom. They spent the next few days in the bathtub, while my mother struggled to remove all that paint.