One of many...following your older siblings is not always easy. Some of my teachers called me Thatcher for years; I am not sure they even knew my name.
I get it...he doesn't look like me. He is my brother and I have dealt with misunderstandings for years. Just this week a lady at a shop was staring at my sister and me; she couldn't understand the way we were talking about 'Mom.' Most of the time I ignore this but sometimes I play with people. A classical tale of my High School days.