The girls brought me a "song" they wrote and this is how it went:
I wish I had a brother, to push me on the swing
or when I get tired or hungry, he'll be there for me.
I wish upon a star. I'll make my dream come true.
He'll be like a baby brother even though he's not.
I'll never leave home without him, until he dies
then I'll wish upon another little star -
I wish I had a brother.
I said "well, you have TWO brothers" they looked at me very seriously and said,
"that's not the kind of brothers we want".