A lot of articles that I read about people having younger siblings talk about why having younger siblings is so great and how they can't imagine having a life without little siblings. I am here today to tell you that having three younger brothers is the worst thing to ever happen to me here is why.

1. They make me miss home

When I am two and a half hours away from the greatest little men in my life for nine months out of the year, I miss them. I miss them on a daily basis, but when my middle younger brother FaceTimes me to tell me to come home, you bet I'm going to drive two and a half hours home as soon as I can.

2. They make me miss hugs

Oh, those hugs that are booger-filled, dirt-filled, and full of love. The way that they give me that extra little squeeze while smearing boogers on my shoulder sets the standards high for hugs from anyone else.

3. They make me miss Paw Patrol

And other cartoons, of course. It's not encouraged to wake up on a Saturday morning in college and watch hours of Peppa Pig or Paw Patrol. In fact, if I did this, I think someone would refer me to the counseling center. So I go home, where I can watch cartoons with my brothers in our PJ's.

4. They make me miss talking

Now, I do talk when I'm away for college — you have to. But, I miss talking about the things that matter with a seven-year-old. Like how when he becomes a billionaire what he's going to buy me. We have intense conversations before we fall asleep about cats and how we can give every cat in the world immense amounts of love.

These things are important to me, and when I can talk about these few things with my tiny humans for hours on end, I don't want to talk about anything else.

5. They make me miss out

Now, they don't make me miss out on the fun things that they do with our parents. However, when I have to, or chose to, stay away at college over the weekend, I do miss out on what seems like a lot. I feel as though I shouldn't be an adult and have my own life, but that I should stop mine and live mine with them by my side. Every single day.

6. They make me cry

I cry all too often over my brothers when I'm not home. They can't help it. But you'd cry too if you knew that they were giving hugs to someone else and smearing boogers on someone else's shoulders.

Now, this article isn't about my brother's being terrible, tiny humans. I can't help but miss these tiny humans when I'm away at school. And instead of talking about all the good they do for me, these are all the terrible things that they do to me without knowing.