My brother is 23 today.
There is an oft-told story in our family: When Ben was born, I was staying with Ellie, a family friend. She had promised to bring me to McDonalds for dinner — a rare treat. When my dad called to say that I had a baby brother, Ellie told me the good news, to which I replied, "I don't want a baby brother, I want a hamburger!"
As you can see in the picture at the top of the page, Ben was never a small baby. I was somewhat small for my age and up until I hit age 10, people routinely mistook us for twins. It used to annoy me, but now that I see pictures like this one, I can forgive the mistake: