As a middle child, I have a lot to thank my older brother for. But in a few things, I wish I hadn’t followed in his footsteps.
My older brother was a trail-blazer when it came to drinking, smoking and most of the other passages from childhood to adult. Being only slightly more than two years younger, I became his sidekick — his drinking monkey.
On an unrelated topic, my younger brother (when he was very young) asked my mother if she would have another boy so HE could have a little brother (the poor lady had already given birth to three boys.)
She told him that more children were not in the picture.
So little brother asked, “Then can we have a monkey?”
For purposes of these anecdotes, both brothers will remain nameless. Please forgive me, my brothers.