I have three brothers; I don’t have to imagine what it is like to have a brother. Brothers are great if you’re one of ’em. My brothers are cool. We used to play Legos, ride our bikes all over the neighborhood and blow stuff up. It was like having your buddies with you all the time.
I have a sister, too. I mostly didn’t get her. I liked her just fine, we just didn’t relate to each other. She liked fuzzy pink stuff, ponies and being pretty. Sometimes I was jealous because she seemed to get the bulk of the attention (she was and is gorgeous). Other times I felt bad for her because she was outnumbered.
I think Kirsten would have benefited greatly from a brother. She would be tougher, no doubt. And she wouldn’t think I’m so weird.