My brother Justin responded to my story about family folklore (scroll down a bit) with a meticulous (if not always clear) description of how he eats an ice cream cone. He writes off the time that he ate an ice cream cone from the bottom up as a failed experiment.
I was a little worried – Justin doesn’t have any younger brothers or sisters to tell stories about. But since he’s giving an account of something that he did when he was three, I’m guessing he has no shortage of young Justin anecdotes.