|Taken right after he one-upped me in the older sib department|
My very first memory is driving to visit my mom and new baby sister at the hospital in Bangkok when I was two. I don't actually remember anything really important like seeing her (sorry, Sis). I remember that it was dark, and I was eating candy in the car. The other night, I asked Ryan if he remembered when Conor was born.
"Dad, Ryan go in the car!"
"Get ice keam!" (They stopped to celebrate by getting Ritter's and bringing me some to eat :))
So far he is one-upping me because he actually remembers the reason for the ice cream. Good job, big brother.