The thing about my boys is that they don’t stay mad at each other for long, and nothing is ever a big deal. So you are fourteen and you have the same sunglasses as your eleven and seven year old brothers — No. Big. Deal.
It would not be the same with my girls. My girls would rather die than wear things that matched or looked the same as their younger sister. And if one sister “copies” the other? Oh, that would cause an argument. There would be lots of whining. I’d have to be the referee and decide what’s fair and who gets to wear what, and no matter what my decision, no one is ever happy.
But my boys? Nope. They don’t really care about things like that. They are easy this way. Hard in other ways, but for sure easy in this way!