The boys are all eating breakfast together in the kitchen. (Today it's eternal bowls of cheerios.) I'm studying the scriptures in the other room, wondering if I should move to sit on the vent, where it's warmer. Then I overhear this comment, from Carl: CARL: Some people are so poor, they don't have any brothers. They are so unlucky. But we've got exactly the opposite of that. We have a lot of brothers!