Two little babies were left on your doorstep, the two babies were named Red and Blake. Red was the... well, the red one. Blake was the one wearing orange.

Red is a HORRIBLE brother. He yanks on Blake's hair, steals his milk bottles, and even whacks his head with the rattle. But sometimes he would be a good/helpful brother.

Blake loved being with you. He saw you as his mama. Most of the time, Blake would be crawling after you, chilling in your arms, and snuggling you.

Not that you ever played favorites, but Blake was definitely a sweetheart. Red was nice sometimes, and he was a cuddle bug as well.