Luckily, Logan and Virgil weren’t piggies, and instead were two very special boys. They didn’t talk a lot, much to their older brother's disappointment, but they did take up a lot of time! Weekly trips to the toy store were stopped when Virgil cried at all the people, and Romans was late to his first day of school because Logan hid his notebook and wouldn’t give it back.
Roman struggled adjusting to having brothers. It was easier when they were babies because all they would do was sleep and cry, but as they got older, they wanted him to share his things.
Not even his cool toys, like his princess dolls! No, his little brothers were terribly boring, and very strange. They wanted his story books, and his socks. Even after the twins turned four years old, he still couldn’t figure out what they were doing with his socks.
To make matters worse, Logan was so smart! Roman was eight and he still didn’t know his three times tables, yet Logan knew all the way up to twelve times twelve! It felt horrible when the neighbors would coo over the little nerd and pinch his cheeks while Roman stood to the side, only doing good in art class.
He got on a little better with Virgil because he liked coloring in, and he never complained when Roman demanded they play Royals for the hundredth time but he wasn’t that much fun since he preferred just sitting in silence and holding Janus’ pet snakes.
