I remember allways wanting a little brother for a very long time, but my friends with siblings told me how lucky I was to be an only child. I didn't listen to them until I saw their brothers and sisters. Some were tiny four year-old pest that jumpeeed on you when they needed their diapers changed and others were giant teens who picked on us.

I remember when my brother was born I was so dissapointed because I didn't understand why he wasn't born at my age. I was like, "what am I supposed to do with this baby?!?". No offense to anyone with a baby out there, but really, what can you do besides throw toys at them and lock them in rooms?