There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too -- Summer 1988

I looked at Nate.  "You are going to name it something daft, aren't you?" I said, knowing how my younger brother was about things.  But, then again, he was really into some Muggle comic books that Mum got him... Doctor Who and Marvel stuff was what he was into.  I had a feeling he would want to name it something after one of those... which would not be all bad, but kind of lame.

I laughed at the two children.  "I don't want any arguing over a name," I warned the two of them, "so if there is arguing... it might just be a treehouse for me and your mum."

"And your cool big brother," I added, winking at the younger two.