Frère Jacques

Ed and I had a late lunch with my brother, Jon this afternoon. He had a layover in Baltimore, and we met him at his hotel, which just happened to be next to a Thai restaurant Ed knows. It was nice seeing Jon. We wanted to take him for a walk, but with all the snow on the ground we were forced to settle for stuffing our faces instead. He's our new FitBit buddy, and is doing great.

I was wondering tonight why I never thought to call him Frère Jacques, or sing "Are You Sleeping, Brother John" to him. I guess, being 15 years younger got him out of a lot of sibling teasing!