Yes, we do. He might be poppa to one or maybe all of us, we don't know fer shure because momma, bless her heart, din't always keep track of her Johns so well - especially when she had lots of diff'rint ones in the same evening. So, Brother Ellis might be our poppa or he might not, but me, Elroy and No'manijah ain't never gonna call him "poppa", spesh'lee since the man who raised us (may he rest in piece) even though he and momma never had no relations, was more of a man than all the seed donaters momma ever had. But we know who he is alright.
Oh and let me just fix you up on one or two things: we's the Bucket TWINS, not the Bucket "brothers". All three of us prefer that you call us what we is...and that's twins. Oh, and we ain't cats either, we's all just persons like you, unless you are a cat, and then we are not just like you because we ain't cats.
HEY! How did that pitcher of Pastor Phelps show up on top of mine? We bin attendin' Pastor Phelps' church since momma quit hookin' after we was born! (Although sometimes he still has momma do some special projects for him). Such a great man! We always goes to all his meetin's and helps him make all the purty colored signs that he uses to tell people how God don't love 'em unless they get cleaned up and stuff and join his church or else they's gonna burn in painful hailfire and brownstone forever and wishin' they had joined up when they was still livin'. He's a real smart man. I wish sometimes that he was my uncle. I'll never ferget that time he beat all them hammasekshul deemons outta me after I showed my privates to Elroy when we was 4. He saved my life.
Oh, and what is a "wanker"?