I was the only child and often asked my parents for a brother. Parents explained – he would cry at night, you would have to share toys with him, etc. It didn’t bother me. My mom got tired and asked:

Why do you need him? ! to

But then I said what I am sometimes remembered - and, literally, until now:

We will feed him, feed him, feed him and eat him.

P. S. Brother, like my sisters, never appeared to me.