Westy (my baby brother) (who is much taller than I am) (and is almost in his mid-twenties) is hilarious. Unintentionally sometimes but still. Hilarious.
Case in point:
I was at my parents house last weekend for a family thing when the topic of baby names came up. (Side note: My little sister and her husband are also expecting their first kid in July. They chose not to find out the sex of their fetus so names are a hot topic in my family right now.) My mom said that she ended up choosing all of our names because my dad's name choices were too bizarre for her. Of course I asked her if she could remember any but the only specific baby naming situation she could recall was that she had hard time convincing my dad that Westy should not be named Valerian. At which point Westy got very indignant and asked why my dad would want to name his son after lady parts. Complete with agitated arm gestures in front of his lady-parts-would-be-here-if-he-wasn't-a-dude area. I love that guy. I feel so lucky that I've got a Westy to make me laugh when life is making me a little blue.