When I was four years old I got this crying puking, stinky baby for my birthday! I have to admit that at first it was sort of like getting underwear for Christmas. “I’ve been good for four years and this is the thanks I get? This is my reward?” However, as he learned to laugh and talk I changed my mind. He became much more fun and he was a great audience for a few years. Then he decided, like most males, that he was bigger, stronger, and smarter than any girl. Our relationship after that was like a roller coaster ride. As adults we have become friends, and I might even concede that he is bigger and stronger. Smarter is still open for debate. However, in hindsight he definitely was a great present! Happy Birthday brother!