Mom got to thinking that I really have far too many cars and trains and tow trucks so she went back to the hospital and picked up another boy to share them with (she never cleared this with me).   She must have had a hard time finding a good one because she was gone a couple of days.  Anyways, on Tuesday, April 26 at 6:27 she found one and it turns out his name is Evan Lucas Sharpe.  

He ain't heavy (7 lbs, 12oz);  he's my brother.

I'm not too sure about all this (he's kinda tiny and shriveled up but then she got first choice when she picked me; now there weren't that many good ones left).  There's no return policy, so we're stuck with him.

Now, the big problem is that I have to share my cars.  I have picked out a yellow one for Evan (Papa says he would probably like yellow) but he can't have any of my tow trucks.  Just yet, anyways.