Brothers. Four and three. These two are inseparable.
As different as they are alike. One is calm, the other unrestrained. One prefers red, the other blue.
Both delight in each other’s company. Hugs and wrestling matches are found in each other’s grasp.
They torture and tickle. They imitate and mock. They cheer and cry.
They fight. They love.
Yin and yang. My world will forever be in balance.