My Brother is 40

The little boy who tormented me all the time I lived at home is 40 years old . He has the quickest wit I know. At age 8 he went to spend some time with my aunt and uncle in No. Cal.. My Aunt was an English teacher and was always correcting everyone's grammar. Very irritating! Well she didn't know it but she had met her match. My brother was relaying a story and said "My brother and me ..." my aunt interrupted and said "brother and I " to which my brother retorted immediately "Aunt Betty, YOU WEREN'T THERE!"

He's the same as he was back then -just now he has facial hair.

Family is a good thing!
Go Big!