You know you grew up on a quiet street when… I’ll just quote my brother here:
“Paul was my best friend, and Peter basically followed us everywhere. Some epic softball games on the corner, too. I will never forget the time “Little Stevie” laid down in the street on his stomach and Paul decided his backside would make a nice, soft pillow. So he pats his brother’s little butt and says, Stevie, whatever you do, don’t fart. And Paul laid his head down on Stevie’s backside and, sure enough, Stevie lets it rip…”