He was called Pichon - we were los Pichones. It's cuz we were instructed by my father to stick close so we were following like a dove with babies. Or duck.
We were also inseparable as kids and they'd say we were like pigeons - whatever that means - they were synonymous with doves but it's still a strange thing.
We'd celebrate our birthdays together even though his was in June and while very young I remember a cake with doves on it all over - how strange because my father would not allow us to have any - it was for the guests - all adults there.
Oh, well - now I love dark chocolate and can have as much as I like - (same rules applied to chocolate - only 1/2 of one Carlos IV to share with my bro. I guess it could have been worse and I'd have no teeth now - dentures or something.
