KP

Those of you who know me know I have the cleanest mouth of anyone around and that I abhor and am greatly offended by any and all kinds of swearing and profanity.  That being said, I must say that KP is a badass.  Oops, there...I said a bad word, now you know how serious this is.
Not that any of my siblings are slouches in the muscle-y, don't want to mess with me or my family, 'oh yeah you and what army?' department but KP, well...he just has his own special brand of badass-ness.  Whoops, there I go again.
While there were definitely times where the 'bad' part of that phrase was a bit more influential in his life he has always been, and still is, a really nice guy.  And not the kind of nice guy that you say is a nice guy because he's ugly or has a back that's so hairy it creeps up his neck and into the hair on his head, but you really want your friend to date him so you tell her he's a nice guy kind of nice guy.  He really is just a friendly, down-to-earth, no frills kinda guy.  
Before I get to my very interesting point about this particular sibling of mine, I'd like to point out that this kid started out as a big tough guy at 11 pounds, 7 ounces and he's rocking the tape measure at almost six-and-a-half feet with a couple hundred solid pounds riding in his Romeo's and Carhart's.  
And finally to my point:  he also has had more head injuries than anyone I know.  Which explains A LOT.  Seriously.  The answer to 'what the heck did he do that for?' can always be explained by this particular year.  I think he must have been four or five...six at the most (hey, I'm supposed to remember how old everyone was when they did everything?). 
This particular summer and fall KP had--count 'em--THREE different sets of stitches in his forehead from THREE completely separate incidences.
Incident #1: Running at my aunt and uncle's house up in Portland.  KP tripped and wham!  Really solid forehead meets really solid coffee table.  Whew, good thing my aunt was a nurse.  No biggie, little kids with long legs are bound to bang into things.
Incident #2: (and yes, I'm a mandatory reporter now but was not at the time of this incident...I still have no idea why he was where he was)  KP was on top of the cab of my grandfather's one-ton flatbed truck (my memory is a bit hazy as to whether or not the flatbed was moving) and somehow--I suspect Tony and/or Paddy may have been involved--KP took a header off the cab and landed on said head in the gravel driveway.  Yes, the insurance company denied this claim, thinking that we were attempting to re-claim the first head incident to get more money.  If they only knew.
Incident #3: We were in the waiting room at the doctor's office, I believe we were there for the twins' vaccinations, when KP, who was heading over to examine the really cool aquarium, trips just as the nurse opens the waiting room door and...well you know exactly what happens when a kid's head hits the corner of a moving door.  Doesn't matter how hard that head is, it's stitches.  I won't even tell you what the insurance company said about this third claim in less than six months for the same kid.

So there you have it.  KP the badass who has more head trauma than anyone I know.  In about a week you'll have your own son and I'm just not feeling evil enough today to say I hope he's just like you!