The Doctor on: An Edgar, by any other name, is just as Cavemanish.

I have now reached my oldest brother, Bigfoot. His name is interchangeable with Caveman, Sasquatch, and Edgar (just like the guy from Men In Black) he answers to all of these, and all in the same way. "uuungh..." or "grunt". He has been mistaken for a 20 year old since he was 12, and he is more hairy than I could ever hope to be. He is just plain massive, and he played football for a number of years so he really knows how to hit. sounds intimidating, huh? He is also the biggest zombie fanatic around; be sure to ask him sometime about his anti-zombie weapon of choice, if you have a spare couple hours.

Turns out he has the biggest heart around, both literally and figuratively. He was my own personal doctor/milkshake maker when I got my wisdom teeth pulled, and he is really just a big teddy bear when you get to know him.  His favorite toy in the whole world is a big bag of pipe cleaners, and he will, without fail, make a hat out of them. Then he crafts intricate elves, dragons, and army men, and then sets them up and writes a story about them. Despite looking and sounding a little like Fezzik (if you don't get the reference you don't deserve to read this) he is easily the most artistic of the Scholes clan. He also cooks the best sugar cookies this side of the Mississippi river. Or the other side, too, actually.

I'm not saying we don't clash a bit, though. For several years he believed that my entire purpose was to make his life miserable. That's okay, though, because I thought the same thing. I don't know if he has forgiven me for being born and stealing his mommy and daddy from him, but I'm fairly certain he has. Which, now that I think about it, is probably more than I deserve after what I've put him through. But, as Bigfoot says, "mmnnnghhh uughh grunt grunt grunt"