My younger brother is 7-1/2 years younger. When he was about 6 or 7, I had
the privilege of taking him and his little neighbour friend, Barbara, to
the
County Fair. We had viewed all of the agricultural displays in the arena
building (hot and sweaty in the summer doldrums), and had reached the point
on the midway farthest from any toilet -- when, of course, my brother
had to
pee. I whisked him behind one of the roustabout's trailers; he pulled the
leg of his shorts aside, and let go. Little Brotherless Barbara, observing
this process, commented, "Isn't THAT convenient!"