I have an older brother (a year and a half older.) He's awesome and he's my rock. He's successful and funny and good-hearted.
I have a younger brother (eight years younger.) He's awesome too. My older brother and I doted on him. He would write me letters, with pictures he'd drawn all over them, when I went away to college. He's successful and funny and good-hearted.
They both have amazing wives and kids and great lives. They're both good-looking. They're smart. They're heeeeeeelarious.
I told my 'rents: if I'm the worst one you got you didn't do too badly.
(Never ask about my family unless you really want to hear, I'm always glad to boast them up.)