Then his younger brother who is exactly like I was as a kid came running "Yay! Wow! A fortress! Yay! Now it gets bombed! Bdzsh! Bam! Come on! Here come the planes! Bam! Yay!". He is running around falling on the ground right on what is left of that fortress "Yeeeees! Hurraah!". Quickly gathers those building blocks into a random heap "Yay! A fortress again! Now it gets bombed again! Bam!" Gets bored. Starts crawling on the ground with some stick as his rifle towards his brother. Gets bored in exactly three seconds. Jumps up "Hurrah!" Sees some other stick on the other side of the garden, gets up and runs to that stick "Yaaaaaah!". Stops half way through, pisses on a tree, "Hurrah!" again, picks up that stick and runs away waving it like his sword "This is my sword! Rrraaaagh!".
His brother is confused by all this.
My brother turns to me:
- We would be so worried about that kid if we didn't have you.
- Thanks, brother.
The younger nephew is also best at math in his school, like I was.