It's an itsy bitsy too small

Every year, my brother Al sends me a birthday card. The card usually arrives a few days before my birthday. I think this is because he carefully searches for just the right card and probably begins this search the day after my previous birthday.

His cards always make me laugh. They always show uncanny insight, are always appropriate, but never flattering.

Here is this year’s card. The uncanny part: Al has never seen my present bathing suit, but he matched the colours perfectly. The size is an itsy bitsy different.

Inside:
You’re an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny…bit older! Happy Birthday.