It is true that one Christmas my older brother asked for, and got, a sort of more complicated alternative to the Big Wheel called the Green Machine.
It is also true that the same Christmas I got what we ended up calling the Batman Machine, which was mechanically identical to the Green Machine, but Batman themed. It was, objectively, better in every way, but Mark specifically asked for a Green Machine, so that’s what he got, while I accidentally got to be Batman.
Our younger brother got no Machine, because he was a toddler. Though, in a sense, he ended up getting both of them, because we’d both outgrown ours by time he was old enough to use them. That argument didn’t seem to make him feel better at the time. That’s the problem with toddlers. They lack foresight.