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My Brother Ryan

To celebrate his sixteenth birthday, I'd like to tell you my ten favorite Ryan moments:

10) He once got a jelly bean stuck up his nose on Easter.

9) When he was six, he asked to say the "F" word and was told he could not. He then turned to my brother David and said, "Fine. You're the worst effin' brother in the world!" To his credit, he didn't say the actual "F" word.

8) This happened many times, but I'll condense it into one moment. He used to jump off the couch onto my back, and sniff my head like a monkey. (Begging my mother to put him away did no good at all.)

7) He sprung up nine inches in a year thereby proving my mother's point that my brother David and I really shouldn't have picked on him as much as we did when he was a little shrimp of a thing.

6) The day I let him have my old room, I started to take down all the posters and theater clippings off my door. He stopped me and said, "Leave them in case you need to come back." I thought that was pretty cool for a thirteen-year-old.

5) He used to yell "Damn" for no reason. He would shake his fist in the air and yell "Dammmmmmn!" It was very Kirk Douglas.

4) I once made scrambled eggs using balsamic vinegar, and he ate the whole thing. It was pretty awesome.

3) I had a test for school one day that I wasn't prepared for. I was really nervous, and I argued with my mom about not wanting to go to school. Ryan then burst into tears and begged my mom not to make me go. She was kind of confused, but agreed to let me stay home. As soon as she was out of the room, Ryan's tears stopped. He winked at me. So much for being the only actor in the family.

2) When everyone else chickened out, my seven-year-old brother went on every rollercoaster with me at Universal Islands of Adventures and waited until we were back at the hotel to throw up on David's shoes.

1) At his birthday party tonight, he gave me a hug, and asked if I was happy. I said, "Yeah, I am." He replied, "Then I'm happy too."

That's my brother.

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