[RL] normal day at my home: sitting in the living room with my 2 kidbros. My stepmother comes in, looks and says "I am missing a son" /goes search for the youngest one. Seriously, the 4th son is made of steel.
the only issue now is the beds... the 12 years old got the younger one used to sleep with him (he has no bondaries in the bed anymore since he now is potty trained and needs to be free to go to the restroom at