I have a younger brother and sister. We are more spaced out in years than my eldest children are so I was fairly aware of my brother, at least, as he grew up through the stages of little boy hood.
There used to be traffic jams by every skirting board snaking their way round our house and tripping up unsuspecting sisters. I’ve been waiting for them to arrive here and yesterday, they did.
I do love him.
Plus, he played with it for hours, so long as no one tried to turn Peppa off in the background.