It’s been a struggle to raise two boys, but you know they’re grateful for the life you’re able to give them.

Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine.

“You have to help me with my project! Please, please!” Arlo wraps his arms around his older brother.

“What? No way, why would I help out a dummy like you?” Dion scoffs and puts his hand on Arlo’s forehead, pushing him down.