I have a habit of calling Brandon "Bro." In high school, it became so commonplace for me to call him that and almost everyone referred to him as "Bro." I thought it was awesome! Slowly, it has dwindled down to where I'm the only one to say this, but sometimes I catch my mom asking, "Where's bro?"
Anyways, although we are twins, I have the power to say I am 15 minutes older than him. I know what you're thinking. Yes, I am older and wiser, and we do have twin telepathy. Haha. No, but often times we find ourselves thinking the exact same thing and merely have to take a glance at the other to understand what's going on. He really is the water to my melon, or rather we are two peas in a pod. This kid manages to annoy the living daylights out of me with his cleanliness and routine, cookie cutter life. Though we are alike in many ways, we do have our differences, and Brandon manages to keep me grounded when I'm on cloud nine, motivates me when I've hit rock bottom, and understands me better than I understand myself.
This link brought a smile to my face when I read it. A lot of those points apply to Bro and I, but even if they hadn't and the article was in fact about "The Fifteen Worst Things About Having A Little Brother," I'd shrug it off and brag about my awesome little bro.