Brett and I are at 2:19. Not going to lie, Brett stole the show.
In the last act (4:00 minutes in), my cousins surprised us with an imitation of my notorious Lake Powell dancing. On one of our house boating trips in the late '90s, I displayed my hips-don't-lie moves and my uncle videotaped it. It has since been exploited for the McCloskey clan's enjoyment — and my mild embarrassment. They have the video playing in the background, so you can see how truly sassy I was at seven years old.
This was the first time Brett saw the tape, so that's him wailing "Oh my gosh!"