My younger brother once said he grew up in a different family than I did. It sounded odd to me until he explained a bit further. There are five siblings. Four boys and a girl. Mom and Dad stopped when they finally got a daughter. In my family model, there were two older brothers, a younger brother, and the youngest was my sister. For him, there were three older brothers and a younger sister. How different could that be?
To hear him tell it, the existence of a third older brother had a lot to do with it. I could tell stories of how we played creative games like, “Hold Him Under the Water Until the Bubbles Stop” and “How to Teach a Cat to Swim.” Perhaps another time would be more appropriate for those.
For now, allow me to characterize our interaction as one filled with puns volleyed back and forth on Facebook posts in an attempt to amuse and challenge ourselves. The casual observers to our jests are the victims there. Read at your own risk.
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?