This picture was taken a week before my last day at Sesame Place. My family flew up to Philadelphia to see me because my father had a guilty conscience. In the 7 summers that I worked there, my father had never seen me perform as Big Bird. For that reason only, or so he says, they flew up for the weekend. Personally, I think it is the begining of a mid life-crisis.
I am the oldest of three boys. I know what you are thinking. "Poor mother." In all honesty, she is worse than the rest of us. I am 22, Adam is 17, and Matthew is 16. My parents, on the other hand, act like they are 3 years old most of the time.