When I was growing up, there were two brothers who were comedians. Their names were Tom and Dick. Now, I don t recall which was the older of the two, but I do remember a line they would banter back and forth in their routines, a punch line that involved their mother. How they said that line, and when, made it very funny. For those of us who had grown or were growing up in a home with more the one child, that joke helped us laugh at something which might otherwise make us cry or get angry.
Every sibling has feelings like that at some time or another.
Let me tell a story about some other brothers. In this tale, there aren t two, but twelve brothers. They don t all share the same mother, but they all have the same Dad. Now, the whole story is much longer than I want to share right now. I ll only tell a portion of it.