Today, my younger brother takes one additional step to old-poopdom.
Don't ever tell him this, but Kenny is smart and talented, of kind heart and quick wit, good-looking and much thinner than I. His wife is lovely and his two girls giggle -- a lot. (And, yeah, Lizzie and Julia are also breathtakingly beautiful.) Kenny has a strange fascination with goats, banjos, and folk music, so he can't be all bad. When we were kids, he broke my nose and I broke his toe. I'm lucky to have him as a brother.
So have a great day, Kenny, and an even greater year. But just remember: I'm older and wiser. And always will be.