A childhood with two brothers is sort of like whirlwind. One was always big-hearted and protective, who do his damndest never let the world get you, and the other was a chaotic maelstrom of clever scheming but very little love left. From what I remember it was a dizzy matter just trying to keep up with the brawns and brains.
Hopefully by the end of the week, Emma. I still have to finalize our practice schedule with the ring.