I love my brother.  I really do.  But I would be remiss in my duties as an older brother if I did not make a reasonable effort to embarrass him as publicly as possible.  I could tell the story of the time he accidentally fell out of a tree while trying to jump from one branch to another (he claims he wasn’t).  I could tell the story of the time he accidentally broke his arm while trying to impress his girlfriend (he claims he wasn’t).  Instead, I will tell the story of the time he accidentally made scrambled eggs while trying to make brownies (he offers no defense).