I usually greet him with my usual "Happy Birthday Kimberly". The name Kimberly comes from when my mom was pregnant and was 100% positive that the life inside of her was going to be a beautiful little girl. They set up the room for a girl, picked a girls name and bought all these cute little dresses for their new daughter. Just imagine their faces when their cute little girl turned out to be an ugly, yet lovable little boy. So they ditched the name Kimberly and named him David instead, they traded pretty dresses for onsies with rocket ships and lions on them and quickly made plans to raise two little boys. My parents told me this story when I was 10. Worst mistake they've ever made. I've called my brother Kimberly ever since. And as you would guess there were plenty of fist fights over the fact that I would call him Kimberly.
Happy birthday little bro. Thanks for the 6 extra weeks of winter. Now would you please remove your head from moms crotch.