You talk louder and louder so that nobody notices the cracking of your voice, even though you are always a good sport about it, and you chuckle along with the rest of us.
You can't seem to get up in the morning on your own, even when you strategically place your alarm across the room so that you have to crawl out of bed.
You made me laugh so hard at dinner the other night that milk came shooting right out of my nose. Remember, when you jumped up and did a little Beyonce right there beside my chair?
You are very patient with everyone in our family, except yourself. I am scared to admit you may have inherited that from me.
You love banging on drums (hard), which is something you picked up from your oldest brother.
You are my third-born son, and I love you to pieces.