I jokingly said for years that I had two pets: my brothers.
A lot of the things listed here reinforce the notion that having much-younger brothers is very much like having pets. Open the street door in a way that ensures they can’t escape? Check. Raising from the table with a warning of “don’t even think about touching my food”? Check. Being woken up in the middle of the night because “there’s something you have to see!”? Check…